Out of the bubble......... One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.-- Henry Miller

In the train to Detmold..

How was the visit with my mom?

Since my arrival and each time I heard her on the phone she said the same sentence: “ I am so happy, because my daughter is with me” or “ My daughter is here, she is with me right now and I am so happy” My daughter is with me, my daughter is with me….”

I arrived at my mom’s on the 7^th of July- today is the 12^th. We spent her B’day together,  we basically spent every minute with each other (except when I escaped to the fitness center, where I got classes for free for 5 days – I took some spinning classes………….like biking inside and really missed the “Fahrtwind”…………..Pilates, Stretching – stuff like that!)

So, today, when I drove myself to the train station, while she was next to me on the phone in the passenger seat, I heard it for the millions time: “ I am so happy, because my daughter is next to me…..” I actually felt the pain…………….the pain of all those times when she wished she could say that sentence…..- I hid my tears, driving, listening to her happy voice…..