Switzerland turns white the day before December. I’m in a little cultural center in the middle of nowhere, listen to beautiful live music with eyes closed, forgetting that I’m in a body, drifting away.
And I feel immense gratitude.
For the safety net around me that I could only dream of years ago.
For friends who have experienced me as a bad-tempered party pooper, didn’t judge nor mind, and just stay when I was so afraid of being left.
For friends who are crazily busy and still spontaneously join me to a concert of a band they don’t know.
For being able to not only receive support, but to give it, too.
For my love who’s always, always been there for me, no matter how crazy life was, no matter how confused I was.
For being able to meet ‘random strangers’ from Instagram and realising how much kindness is out there.
For having so much to be grateful for, this overwhelming warm feeling spreads from my heart to the rest of my body and I can’t help but be all teeth and smiles.
And for you, my dear readers, for accompanying me every step of this journey with supportive and kind words – I really mean it, I wouldn’t be here without you (even though I’m really bad at answering comments on time, sorry!).