…but where would they live?
People ask me what the hardest part about living apart from my partner is. It's difficult to explain and in many ways I think even more difficult to understand. But I'll try anyways. So, here are a few things that we've found help us when things are really getting tough. Decision. When A and I... Continue Reading →
I have been happily married for a little under four years now and I can honestly say that marriage is everything I never thought it would be: the good and the bad. First things first: Marriage is not for everyone and I acknowledge that. Some people simply don't wish to be married although committed and... Continue Reading →
#summer2k16 so far has everything but what I imagined it would be. I left for Germany on July 5th for three weeks of intense catering to teenagers’ needs. To be honest, I don’t know what I expected but I can with 100% certainty say, I did not expect this. The three weeks were intense emotionally... Continue Reading →
One time, several years ago, one day after I arrived in the US after not having seen A for months, I locked myself out of the apartment while he was at work. That was pre-Wifi and pre-smartphones and generally during a time, where simcards were not generally used in the US. It was 11 am... Continue Reading →
Traveling is part of A's and my relationship. So this year, for our 7th year anniversary A and I went to Tallinn, Estonia, because apparently Norway is not cold enough for us but also because the tickets to Tallinn were the cheapest ones we could find for a romantic getaway without having to break the... Continue Reading →
Staying positive is difficult. No matter how good the cause, I guarantee you, one cannot always stay positive. Not you and not me. For the past several weeks I felt gloomy, maybe even defeated. I buried myself in work and school and volunteering and yet I still had enough time to feel a bit out... Continue Reading →
About four years ago I moved back to Austria by myself while A waved, forcing a smile, from the airport gate. I broke into tears, the second we stepped into the airport and I cried my eyes out for hours. I was the last one to board the airplane, not thinking once, twice but three... Continue Reading →
I run about 40 to 50 km a week. That's about 10 km 4 times a week. Depending on my schedule I run between 45 and 90 minutes sometimes even 2 hours. I follow my training schedule vigorously, which means that sometimes I run so fast that I can barely catch my breath and sometimes... Continue Reading →
A bird loves a fish 