Things, no money can buy

I’m starting to feel like this is turning into a public gratitude journal… but look at this precious surprise my mom left me in my apartment when she was there for an appointment while I had to work – homegrown vegetables from their garden.
While I don’t even have a balcony I’m so happy they are growing some again after 20 years or so. When they bought their house from the previous owners, we even had a few apple trees, figs and a big old cherry tree, but then turned the whole garden into an easy-to-maintain lawn/flowers/bushes garden – and my dad’s beloved bamboo.
It made sense with both of them working and us kids going to school and then apprenticeship / uni but seeing them develop such a diy obsession in retirement again is making me more than happy!

There’s nothing like the taste of homegrown vegetables

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Like walking through a painting

The furthest I can get in fifteen minutes without missing my second train to work. As a kid & teen I used to hate this train station because it’s almost in the middle of nowhere and never got the idea I don’t have to stand around there to wait. Once, a very freezing cold winter in the early 2000s my Nokia 3310 (remember this indestructible phone?) got so cold, It took a few hours of warming up to start working again.

And who would have thought, that these short walks before work would become like a little ritual that keeps me so much more sane and happy this year.

Slowly taking the waiting time

between my commuting trains to the next level. It’s so much nicer than sitting around on the platform for half an hour.
On workdays it makes me feel even better to know I’ve been outside for a bit already.

I’m really looking forward to watch that little area around the train station (which looks and feels so much like a painting) change with the seasons. Maybe we even get some snow this winter… maybe… just a few days.
It’s nice to live in very temperate climate (roughly between -5 to 35 Degrees Celsius) but I’d really love colder winters again, every other year at least.

As Children we used to go ice skating on the little lake next to my parent’s village and even down the hill onto the ice with a sled but it hasn’t gotten ice thick enough to be safe in many years now.

Sunday morning in the fields

Oh how I love my rural-small-town life. I might have better job chances in a bigger city but when it comes to choosing between career and true happiness, I’ll always choose true happiness, the little things and a quiet, peaceful environment.

Good Morning, big horse and little horse!
Good Morning, little squirrel
between the villages

The best things in life are always free, but it takes some practice to appreciate them.