I’m sitting at the dining room table, surrounded by moving boxes, watching the movers carrying my life down the stairs to the shipping container outside. The driveway is covered in toys, boxes, furniture. It’s a crazy house! Of course today is not the time and day for deep thoughts and beautiful writing. But I can’t stop thinking about our moving day 5 years ago. The day that my blogging journey began with my first ever blog post for our private family blog, read only by family and friends. Oh the places we have seen since then, the people we have met, the experiences we have made! And how far we have come in those 5 years! But there are also so many similarities between moving day 2011 and moving day 2016, almost identical thoughts and feelings. So please scroll down to the first blog post (in German and also in English) I ever wrote:

Moving Day

11 Uhr – Herzschmerz…
Wir sitzen auf gepackten Koffern und Kisten und warten auf die Möbelpacker, die eigentlich schon um 9 Uhr hier sein wollten. Jetzt ist es fast 11…
Da fällt mir ein, dass ein Esstisch bei Umzügen immer eine ganz besonders Bedeutung hat. Er gibt einem das Gefühl zuhause zu sein. Und er hat viel zu erzählen… An unserem Tisch ist schon einiges passiert: Viele Tränen wurden vergossen, aber es wurde noch mehr und viel gelacht. Jetzt trinken wir unseren letzten Kaffee und essen eine Butterbreze. Und versuchen nicht über das, was gleich passiert, nachzudenken. Es klingelt…!

Home is… in Baldham!

11 am – My heart is aching…
We are sitting on our packed suitcases and boxes, waiting for the movers who were supposed to be here 2 hours ago.
I’m looking at our dining room table, thinking that such a table has particular significance, especially when you are moving. The table makes you feel at home. And it has many stories to tell… Our dining room table has witnessed many tears – tears of sadness, tears of joy. And lots and lots of laughter. Now we are drinking our last cup of coffee and are eating a buttered pretzel. And try not to think about what’s going to happen in a couple of minutes. Wait, there’s someone at the door….!

Home is…. Baldham, Germany!

Fast forward 5 years, June 2016, and here I am again, with an aching heart, surrounded by boxes, a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin sitting on the table next to me. Trying hard not to think about how empty our house is going to be tonight, how crazy and also exciting the next couple of days and weeks are going to be.

Home is…. Chattanooga, Tennessee, USA!

Home is…. wherever I am with my family!