When I left for Austria, two weeks ago, it was still autumn here in London. When I came back – bam! – it was winter! The weather didn’t change much actually, but playlists, window decorations and the design of take-away-coffee-cups did. Looks like the big department stores and shops on the high street decided that now it’s Christmas.
Well, being an innocent little girl from the mountains I can’ t really resist that temptation and I have to confess that I also start to get into that festive spirit – 6 weeks early!! :O But guess what? I enjoy it! I like Christmas. I like cookies, fairy lights, gingerbread flavoured latte, keeping an eye out for the perfect gifts for all my friends and getting cozy at home.
Yesterday Andrea was baking crostata (an amazing Italian cake) and I spontaneously decided to bake some Christmas cookies too. We had great fun dancing around the oven – only that our soundtrack wasn’t really matching the season 😉
Keep calm guys, it’s only six weeks to go.
Autumn is by far my favorite season. It’s the season of orange leaves, my birthday, cosiness and Zirbenschnaps – but not in London, where it consists basically of grey clouds and rain.
So when I went home to Austria over the last weekend I was super happy to enjoy sunshine, walking through the colourful forest , being with my family and seeing all my friends. My mum even organized a mad un-birthday tea party for me and my grandmother made early christmas cookies and gingerbread just so I can take it to London.
Even tough I enjoyed being home a lot, I realized that it made me feel somewhere in between delighted and depressed. Sure, it’s the place where I‘m from, the place I belong – but on the other hand at the moment I’m not really sure where I belong at all.
Guess I just have to keep looking…
This weekend at home filled my heart with sunshine and a lot of family love. Wherever I’ll end up, I’ll never could live without that.
Thanks everyone who made me have an amazing weekend!