Growing up I didn’t have family near by. The closest thing we had to family was my friends family, her brother grew up with my sister, me with my friend and our parents shared experiences with being new in a foreign cold country. She will always be my sister equally as much as my blood sister is because no matter what time in my life she has always been there.
This weekend she has visited together with her boyfriend, and despite the weather not being the best we have managed to get a short walk into Frühlingsfest, having dinners with a jenga marathon, eaten brunch at a really nice and taken in the gravity of living in Munich (visiting a museum about the rise of the NASDP and their atrocities).
Sometimes it’s nice to let go of routines and not manage to get in the training you should, but now I feel ready to get some miles under my belt 💪