This morning we took a walk through the new old home of M. Nearby he was born and grew up. The prodigal son has returned home. Torn whether it was the right decision. Sometimes we miss the big city life, especially T. But it was the decision of both of us on our big travel. In summer we´ll move into a beautiful new home here, we´ll have the mountains on the doorstep and the forest behind, everything we always wanted. So we´ll try it, along the lines of: nothing is forever and if we don´t try we don´t know if it´s right or wrong. Munich isn´t running away and it´s up to us, we can always go back and we are always welcome, that´s good to know.
See you here on wednesday?