To Build A Home.
“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” ― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky The walls of my room were collaged with vinyl records, silk scarves, pictures of friends, family and travels, posters of musicians and past performances, old love notes, letters, postcards, awards, reminders, and anything you can think of from the time I was a teenager up until college. Before we came to Germany, I tore everything down and just cried. I knew that one day I would have to do it, but didn't realize how emotional it would be. I fell asleep to flaky, empty walls which seemed both disturbing and liberating. The faint lines of the glow in the dark stars I put up when I was a kid continued to glow, even though my dad scratched them off. As much as I wanted to ignore the fact we were selling ou