Living in America
I’d meant to write something poetic about Munich but it never came together. Just wandering through Hugendubel for hours, one of those bookstores that swallows your afternoon, and then I found myself standing in a perfume shop breathing in everything they had. Not what I’d planned, but it didn’t matter.
What actually worked out was finally getting the website back to German. I’ve been wanting to do that for a while, and I managed to work some of that attempted poetry into it. Not sure if it reads the way I wanted, but at least it’s done. The links section still needs work. That’s next year’s problem.
Christmas came and went without the usual disaster. No one got crushed by the tree, nobody ate themselves sick on cookies, nobody had to perform that specific tragic German act of trying to somehow assemble a broken refrigerator and a broken back into functioning adulthood. Small win.
I’m hoping James Brown’s still rocking somewhere. And this cold can leave.