I have become even more German than I thought. Despising late trains, late people, being unsettled by air conditioners, about the environment and people’s disregard for it, walking against red.
The list could go on and on. But I feel almost like a foreigner again. Knowing I left my home and underwent some giant changes, changes that changed me. I have come back, but I’m not the same at all. I’m different and I see the light of day differently.
I know I can do more. Know I can rise to the occasion, challenge myself, do more than I ever thought. So in some ways, being here feels almost uncomfortable. I got used to my outstretched wings.
And now I learn again how to stretch them. To find the space to be. To find the space to learn who I am and what I want to do. How to make my heart sing. Soar.
But anything but remain complacent. Each day I push myself to do more, to try more, to go out of my comfort zone. To take every opportunity and work harder than before.
The biggest and scariest question will just be if what I do makes any difference.