"Of all the books
in the world,
the best stories are found between the pages of a passport!"
A Quote that perfectly describes my Wanderlust heart,
even though I live in a time, where you no longer document your Wanderlust in your passport.
Still I always carry it with me, my passport, my best friend...
and while driving through the autmnal, foggy dawn,
I press my face against the cool glas of the Train window...
I skim absorbed in thought through the less entries and
pause on the page, that documents my trip to India, more than one year ago.
A Girl smiles back, the frail lily in her Long, White hair...
My gaze wanders out of the window and
I don't even realise the rural landscape between my home and my new School.
London,
my last trip, that didn't only went through many Kilometers of ground, soil, earth...
but also it was a journey through my heart.
And I smile, just like the Girl with the frail lily in her Long, White hair,
it's just that my hair is short and pink and I don't smile because of the yearn for what happend,
but because of the pleasant anticipation on what is Happening next....
my Semester abroad and with it a new
the best stories are found between the pages of a passport!"
A Quote that perfectly describes my Wanderlust heart,
even though I live in a time, where you no longer document your Wanderlust in your passport.
Still I always carry it with me, my passport, my best friend...
and while driving through the autmnal, foggy dawn,
I press my face against the cool glas of the Train window...
I skim absorbed in thought through the less entries and
pause on the page, that documents my trip to India, more than one year ago.
A Girl smiles back, the frail lily in her Long, White hair...
My gaze wanders out of the window and
I don't even realise the rural landscape between my home and my new School.
London,
my last trip, that didn't only went through many Kilometers of ground, soil, earth...
but also it was a journey through my heart.
And I smile, just like the Girl with the frail lily in her Long, White hair,
it's just that my hair is short and pink and I don't smile because of the yearn for what happend,
but because of the pleasant anticipation on what is Happening next....
my Semester abroad and with it a new
Oh London
"Of all the books in the world,
the best stories are found between the pages of a passport!"
Ein Zitat, welches mich doch relativ gut beschreibt,
obwohl ich in einer Zeit lebe, in der Wanderlust nicht mehr im Reisepass
dokumentiert wird.
Dennoch trage ich ihn immer bei mir, meinen Reisepass, meinen liebsten
Freund...
und wenn ich so durch die herbstlich, neblige Dämmerung fahre,
mein Gesicht müde an das kühle Glas des Zugfensters drücke...
blättere ich gedankenversunken durch die wenigen Einträge und
verweile auf der Seite, die meinen Indien-Aufenthalt vor gut einem Jahr
festhält.
Ein Mädchen lächelt zaghaft zurück, die zarte Lilie im langen, weißlichen
Haar...
Mein Blick wandert wieder aus dem Fenster und
ich nehme die ländliche Gegend zwischen meinem Zuhause und meiner neuen Schule
kaum wahr.
London,
mein letzte kleine Reise.
Eine Reise, die nicht nur über mehrere Kilometer Erde verlief, sondern auch
durch mein Herz.
Und ich muss lächeln, wie das Mädchen mit der zarten Lilie im langen,
weißlichen Haar,
nur habe ich jetzt kurzes Pastell-pinkes Haar und Lächeln nicht aus
Sehnsucht nach dem alten,
sondern auf Vorfreude auf das Neue...
mein Auslandsstudium liegt bevor und somit auch ein neuer, mir unbekannter
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