The first winter was a serious struggle but everyone told me about how great the Berlin summers were. “Just wait until it gets warm,” they said. “It’s like a whole other city,” they said. “The summers are so great here,” they said. But when summer time finally arrived I was disappointed at the mere 70 degrees (21 °C) and rainy weather of most days. The sunny and warm break I was waiting for never really arrived.
Oh, wow. How long we waited for the summer. How nice to see Berlin finally blossoming. Berlin can be very sad, lonely and lethargic in winter… Dragging our mood with it. To escape the cold there is only one solution: Go away from Berlin. Choose a country with beautiful beaches and high temperatures and go! Bye grey skies, hello sun!
We don’t want to think about the winter. God forbid! We would like to give you some warm thoughts from our last trip.
If you have to create new things all the time, you need inspiration. The best recipe? Travel. For me there is nothing better, my greatest passion. My favourite stories that I tell, my most beautiful memories that I look back on. Sometimes I am inspired by character traits, a certain café or the evening flair of a city. Sometimes details of several people merge. Maybe a situation that I reproduce or a feeling. As an author, travelling is an absolute must. And for you, too. The reasons for that I will tell you in this article.
Maybe some of you have already noticed. Last month I had wanderlust and it drew me to Vietnam. Do you already know our article in which I write about my thoughts? I don’t want to deny it, life in Vietnam is definitely different. It is overwhelming. What I immediately noticed is that it’s not only different in its way, but also in its attitude. Our mission is, among other things, to bring a little light and sun into your day, so for you four reasons what we should absolutely copy from the Vietnamese.
Maybe it was youthful carelessness, maybe curiosity, truth is that my best friend and I decided to travel across Mexico for four weeks. Yes, two women all alone in Mexico. Why not? Probably the heart of all concerned mothers will now stop for a short moment. Especially because that’s not the whole story. The plan was to sleep on strangers’ couches every night.
“I’ve been here 10 years.”
He says as he takes a sip on his beer. “How come?” I ask smiling.
“I don’t know. I was travelling and somehow got stuck here. And now 10 years have passed.” He laughs as he looks away embarrased. You could see the toll of those 10 years by looking at him. He had aged but also remained young. His skin grew a somber tone and is now full of visible scars. Each scar has its own story. Every story with its unhealed wounds. He wanted to look younger than he was. Stronger than he ever would be. We remain silent for a moment.
My gaze also wanders across the beach. I lost myself in the depths.
The something I remember the most is the sun. It is most beautiful when we see his light through the reflections on the white marble walls, bouncing back and forth between them, a dance of light and life, and an ode to the dead who first saw how beautiful they could be. The thousands of sparrows and starlings pierced the diamond light, ignoring us simple creatures standing on the streets. What could we know? We couldn’t even feel the air rushing throw our feathers, the sun pointing us the direction on the next corner. We are mere stone statues for this enlightened beings. They know their way through life. We instead, battle with the little time we have to enjoy it, always finding excuses to be miserable. Happiness is a future thing. Always.
Far away from worries, everyday life I said goodbye to Berlin. Not to run away, but I needed a time-out. When the plane took off, it was as if the world was taking a deep breath and standing still for a moment. Up there where the city is just a miniature of itself I thought: the perfect place, the moment to write my book. I would sit at the terraces just like I did before, flooded with ideas and inspiration, writing chapter after chapter. I would proudly hold my finished book in my hands and take the flight home. But that wasn’t the case. One day after I arrived my laptop gave up and left me. Without a single explanation. I begged him to stay but he went on strike. Without ifs and buts. That was it with us. After 2 so intimate years. And now? If this situation had happened to me 3 years ago I would probably have panicked. My vacation? Definitely ruined. I sat down and thought. Calmly. My loud voices in the background, I didn’t listened to them. I won’t let myself roll over emotions. In Hanoi I said goodbye to my laptop.
I love my job and especially my independence. For me there is nothing better than writing (I can’t do much more ;)) When the alarm clock rings, I look forward to the day and when I go to bed in the evening, I look forward to the next one. And I mean that absolutely seriously! Why it makes me so happy and why I can only recommend it to everyone reading this article. Continue reading “Lifestyle: This is why I love freelancing”→