so, a quick recap: during the university winter break i left for two short (but, wholesome weeks) in germany. i'm going to start with a disclaimer that this is super cheesy and cliche (i promise to get to more of the travel parts later on in the series). over in germany i had this strange warm sensation, somewhat like watching the sunrise, sitting under a canopy of autumn trees, watching the scenery pass by on the train – that serenity, peace and as if suddenly everything felt ‘right’? A buzz, zing and sparkle tailored just for me. a sudden “yes, yes this is home” - my EPIPHANY taking on the streets of Germany, in all truth it was the warmth I had for M radiating. we could be anywhere in the world and it wouldn't of mattered. he felt like home, he was home. something i've always been curious to feel (or that i've thought i felt with my dogs. this was same-same but different - can anyone relate?). home, is WHEN i look into his eyes, feeling his touch, glimpsing his dorkiness and all that's in between. i was no longer a foreigner from down under visiting the 'grand' germany. i was so DESPERATE to capture this feeling, these moments and that lead to a whole lot of guilt.