No way to deny that summer is over and fall is here.
The year is rushing towards its end and we're running along.
Leaves are partly beautiful and partly dead on the ground yet.
November isn't the most loved month of the year, except you're living your dream and run of, to Australia.
There it is springtime.
I'm not the one to live that dream. But my son is.
He wanted to travel Australia since he was a boy of 14.
This fall his dream is coming true and he left his home.
Driving a campervan, taking lots of pictures, watching whales and great landscapes, finding new friends and learning to live his own life.
It will be a wonderful and an important trip for him.
For me it is the loss of my only child in my home after 21 years of caring and sharing, teaching and loving.
I love him very much and therfore I love what he's doing.
But the last weeks of preparing and goodbying left an impact on me. The way from Germany to Sydney is pretty far and as I watched his flight on the flight radar, it showed very clear how far apart we became.
We tried our best to give our son strong roots and wings as well.
Now he has to fly and we're watching and hoping for the best.
I am a writer but I'm a mother, too. The last weeks I was mostly a mother and less a writer. Now with the kid on his big trip, there is time and room for new stories and fresh stuff.
Thanks for your patience! Feel free to 'like' the beautyful pictures of Andreas' trip to Australia:
See you all, soon!