We’re home and Kiel is in high spirits. Spring, it seems, sort of sprang while we were away. There are clusters of daffodils bowing modestly, people are sitting outdoors and appearing to actually enjoy it as opposed to simply enduring it. Our cab driver was pumping Taylor Swift. The sky is not yet dark and it’s a few minutes before nine. Our windows are wide open and the breeze that’s rolling in is barely noticeable, indeed it’s rather pleasant.
The first load of laundry is on, the milk-run has been made and my tea is in a mug with a generous splash of the just-purchased milk. We’re not in Turkey anymore, Toto. There are lessons to plan, 1000 photos to upload and edit and what has turned out to be essentially a month of to-ing and fro-ing, bouncing between cities and countries, celebrating with family, over-eating and drinking, to fully absorb and process. Leipzig, Göteborg, Berlin, Weiden, Istanbul.
Istanbul – oh, Istanbul – will come. But right now, we’re finally home. Hurrah.