Posted by Claudia Moser on 12:57 PM

At one point in my life i saw steps all around me, now the steps to climb seem to fade in the past and all that remains is quietness. I start to enjoy the simple things of life, i can admire a sunshine, or mist in an airport without being worried that my plane will be delayed. So what? I will eventually reach my destination.

Yesterday went food shopping and i rediscovered rucola. I must admit that a good friend of mine living in Germany started to send me a recipe a day, so somehow food was implemented in my head. So here I am making salads with rucola, finding new ways of cooking.

A new direction in my life? Am i becoming more homey? Maybe this is the new stage in my story. I will find the way ... Now I am lucky, Peter is by my side.



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