24 August 2014

Only hate the road when you’re missing home

On the road again but this time different. I was thinking to myself that life 2.0 needs an upgrade so why not take the chance to do it somewhere else; This is the story of the first day of the rest of my life:

After finally getting my motorcycle licence I was in the best mood that there can be - the mood of the free and the open road. I had plans of travelling, I wanted to have the initiation of riding the Italian monster, to visit my past and speed up to the future, which I did, but in an other manner. And there was no riding up till now. Only that my good old friend Paulie borrowed me his "Giuliana" to have a little taste of the 2 wheeler road. This was even better than what I had planned because I could take my mother for a last "joy ride" before going on my way. I will miss the winding road of Tarnita where I first enjoyed my driving and where a good conversation and a good connection made me believe better in myself even if in the meantime we ran out of gas.

Life ping pongs you from one side to a new side and there is no certainty where you finally land. The opportunity to move to another country sounded tempting and the journey started with Wiesbaden,Germany where 6 weeks turned into 4 as the last weeks made me had feelings long forgotten. I rediscovered friends, stories from the past, great times filled with happiness, snooze of time itself and real, genuine emotions.

Now that I arrived in my new foster place of Szczecin,Poland I am searching new cultures, new people, a brand new start and of course a road to feel myself again.

Until next time...enjoy