Sunday was the last day of my holidays and I spent it with lots of lovely and hygge activities (except doing my taxes!). The sun was shining almost all day and it was so warm outside that I did not need a scarf or gloves later when I rode my bike into town. The winter temperatures from last week (-13C!) seemed like ages ago!
What a nightmare! On March 2nd I was supposed to go on holiday for a week. The plan was to fly into Dublin, take a bus down to Cork and take part in the annual Ireland Sacred Harp convention along with a hundred other shape not singers from all across Europe and the US. Sadly winter decided to be nasty and covered Ireland in snow and snowstorms. As a result the airport was closed and the flight cancelled. The next available flight would have been on March 4th in the evening – when the convention was over. So with a tear in my eye, I cancelled the entire trip (as did my friends who were joining me for the Sacred Harp convention).
I returned from my summer holidays only two days ago and in my mind I am still wandering along the Irish coast or enjoy a coffee on the busy streets of London. It has been a wonderful 9 days of freedom.
That seems to be how my friends perceive me. And I cannot blame them for that because my flat currently is home to at least 40 different analogue cameras. So it should not have come as a surprise when a friend gave me another beautiful camera for my birthday a few weeks ago.
April 22nd, World Record Store Day. April 2017 – month I bought a shitload of records. After the dark, rainy and cold winter days I needed some new fresh music to cheer me up (not that it stopped being rainy and cold… April was a typical April with rain and hail showers, stormy weather and frosty nights). And I somehow ended up with 6 new records! Four of them by female singer/songwriters/bandleaders and two of them rather „retro“.
Bookstores are one of my favourite places. Ever. I love the smell in there, the smell of books in general, the dust on the higher shelves, the quiet you sometimes find in smaller stores. After a busy and tiring day at work I sometimes take a different route back home just to nip into one of my favourite bookstores.
I think this quote from T.S. Eliot fits perfectly when I think about ‚home‘, or more precisely, ‚Heimat‘. Because ‚home‘ can be everywhere I have lived for some time, home is my flat, the town I am living in right now. Home is the place I come back to after work. But ‚Heimat‘ is the place I was born, the town or village I grew up in.