What do I call home? Not a place anymore. Perhaps a sentiment? An identity? A talent? A belief system?
For better or worse, I had my hormones to lean on. Daddy dear, has simply been on the receiving end.
This morning I had the privilege of introducing my 7 week young son to the Hamburg Fischmarkt. Before you scrunch up your nose, know that this is a Fischmarkt with a difference.
We've got our whole world in our hands.We are gearing up to have it turned upside down and inside out.
Although I would never trade my pani-puri or chai for a bratwurst and beer (well, for a Glühwein maybe); I love what living abroad has done for me.
Just when it seemed I was at my wit's (and tit's) end at the icy chill, Hamburg decided to smile down some colour.
I love being organized and planning ahead. But I also love the unexpected, the spontaneous and even the chaotic. There is a certain magic in doing things on the spur of the moment or just because.