I am homeless.
No, that doesn’t mean I live on the street,
but I don’t have a home right now.
I gave up my flat in Berlin.
I gave up my flat in Frankfurt.
I moved all of my stuff to my old room at my parents house,
but I don’t really live there.
I have a new job coming up next month,
but I won’t get a real home there.
Just a room too sleep in.
How does this feel?
Actually pretty good.
I always tried to settle.
I tried to grow roots.
But in the end it just wasn’t right for me.
It feels so liberating to free myself from all that dead weight.
There is still a little bit of stuff left,
but mostly I’m aready to live out of a backpack (for my gadgets)
and a suitcase (for my clothes).
Paperwork will be a nightmare for the next few month,
but I look forward to finally have myself rid of that lifestyle.
I am free!