They say home is where your heart is

Back where I started Where I came from Back to the roots Keine Sorge, die Reiseabenteuer der letzten Wochen werden noch alle in schöne Posts mit Schleifchen verpackt. Doch für jetzt finde ich mich an dem Ort wieder an dem ich wohl den größten Teil meines Teenagerlebens verbracht habe. Der Ort, zu dem ich immer wiederkehre. Mein Bett in meinem Zimmer bei meinen Eltern. Dieser Ort ist – so traurig das klingen mag – wohl der Refrain meines Lebens. Meines bisherigen Lebens. Ich liege hier, wo ich vor 12 Wochen das letzte mal lag. In dem Dorf in dem ich vor 12 Wochen das letzte mal war. Komme an die Orte, von denen ich mich vor 12 Wochen zum hunderttausendsten mal verabschiedet habe. home, sweet home. after weeks – month – of adventures, traveling, finding new friends and falling in love with places I found myself right where I started.…

To always settle for more

Tonight I had the most inspiring encounter. It moved me so much that I need to share it before I go to bed. Fynn and I went to this town event they have every Tuesday in Ketchum called “Ketch’em Alive”. There are food trucks, craft cocktails and ice cold craft beer on tap, and – most importantly – live music. People would bring their picnics, sit on the lawn on camping chairs and blankets or just dance to the music. One guess on what I was doing! After hooking us up with a Gin Basil Lemonade – there’s Basil and Lemon in there so it’s basically healthy, right? – we hit the “dancefloor”. The whole place was filled with this amazing positive energy. The music brought people together. From the white-blonde four-year-old to the white-haired 84-year-old, from the hippie-moms to the Polish work-n-travel-teens, the ex-cowboys to the all American girls in the booty…

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