Mit Baby in der Heimat.

Die grünen Wiesen, braune Ackerfelder und Wälder.

Dieser Blickfang von oben aus dem Flugzeug, überrascht mich immer wieder. Welcome to Switzerland.

Home always remains home somehow.

A small village on the hill on the edge of the canton where my

Family is at home and where I grew up.

Open the door and go out into the world. When you come back,

keep the door open and the world stays with you.

Arriving home is not always easy.

Strange that recently I stood in front of closed doors in Chiang Mai at the reserved hostel in the evening. Has been closed for 4 months. So I wandered around with my backpack and baby at night to find a bed. And ended up at 'Kikies hause' where I had already been.

She was incredibly happy to see us again.

This was followed by a nice last day and the start of the journey home.

Now for a week I have been staying in my family's village. Funny.

Of course, the best thing is the fresh drinking water, a proper shower

and the comfortable mattress.

Travel changes.
Especially through the contrasts, changing perspectives, and other cultures.
Somehow, that's exactly what I like too. It makes it alive.

And what does a 'traveler' do at home?

The journey continues, of course. For now, I'm temporarily here,

a good base to rest and make decisions.

In the meantime, I work a little, study for my education

and spend creative time.

Painting, writing, yoga, baking... and of course, being mommy.

Happiness lies in the decisions in the small moment.