it is so hard...

... to come back. to be back. 9 months, so intense, so full of impressions, of insights, of people, of positive stress. and yet, i'd like to start all over again. other countries, yes, maybe. but free from obligations. from everyday's life, which is shocking to observe back here in germany: how for god's sake did the people manage their daily routine while i was away? how did i do it before i went off? the difficult thing is i know now what i'm missing, but i also know what i have. and i don't know if there will be circumstances that allow me to make such a long journey a second time. i do hope so, but i'm not sure. future will tell us.