Norddeich No.2

Learning To Walk

Obviously, I can't remember the time I was really learning to walk. But there has been more than one other time I had to learn to walk, in a different way.

My first day of high school is one example. I mean american high school. I knew I should've prepared myself for it, as best as possible, but how would I do that? I had no idea what to expect.

It wasn't bad afer all though, I didn't embarrass myself, get lost, or forget my schedule, so it went better than I thought it might ;)

Right now I'm scared of the moment I'm gonna have to step on German ground again. Going back home is a scary thing to think about, and yet I have to face it.

Today

Norddeich

Opening the door, I'm still overwhelmed by the familiar smell meeting me inside, even though it didn't change at all in over 15 years, or maybe especially because of that. Breathing in this scent makes a million thoughts rush through my head and memories flash before my eyes. All I can really think about, though, is, that this is going to be the last time I'm experiencing this, the last time entering the house I've spent so many holidays in. I am sure that there is no other place in this world that smells like this, and no scent can compare to it.

My Dad's parents bought their little vacation home about 25 years ago, and not a single year has passed that my Mum and I didn't take the 4-hour drive out to the North Sea coast of Germany, or more specific, the little town of Norddeich. By now, I can truly say I know the way by heart and could find it with my eyes closed. Every inch of this house brings back another memory