It has been a year now that I'm home, and I can see, looking back on this blog's poor history, that it has been a blog-it-easy year for Lineanongrata. I must thank you all for sticking with me. It's a constant pleasure for me, to be able to connect to so many people.
Over the last couple of years, as my life kept changing, I have defined this space very differently at times. It sure is a lot easier to tell a funny story when you basically live with four big burly men who secretly fill each other's backpacks with chestnuts or tape mousetraps on each others cars doorhandles.
It sure was easier to take beautiful photos in the South of France, where there was always sun and light.
This has been a year of many changes for me. I have tried to tell a fancy little story or have an illustration ready for each post I presented here. But it's not working really well, is it? So I'd like to take this space in another direction again, at least partially. I would very much like to show you where I live now, in photos as well as in illustrations, and I would like to share the small things that make my day and eventually my weeks.
It's probably going to be like notes instead of stories. But it should give me the chance to be here more often.
The 'Food for thought' project is taking place more than ever, recipes have started to arrive (and I still owe so many of you a heartfelt thanks for that) and there has been a very important addition to the project, too.
But for tonight, I'd like to share just a few photos of the space and the things I have created around me here in Berlin so far. Making a space a home is more work than I thought.
But as more and more things fall into place, curtains get made, spaces are being defined and routines are being found, I am so very very happy.
Sometimes I pause during my day, look around and see all the things that I have, and the things I can make or draw, and I'm so grateful.
When I walk the streets of Berlin, and be they oh-so-grizzly grey and rainy, I am happy to be here. Sometimes I have to refrain from doing a little two-step in the middle of the subway or on the street somewhere, or in the shopping mall around the corner.
Because I am so happy.
When I run, longer and longer distances, and my body obeys, I am violently, savagely happy to become the athlete I have wanted to be for so long.
But what really makes me giddy with happiness is when I see my friends and part with a 'see you soon', or watch their kids for a night or when I don't see my best friend when I'm at my parent's place, and it doesn't really matter because we'll see each other again, really soon.