My world journey began when i was a young child. I didn't understand what impact it would eventually have in my life; i was rather scared. But when i actually got to my new home country, i was excited. Simply excited. Probably too overwhelmed to feel anything else. 

I had moved from an 500 habitant village to an 8 million global city. Little did I know, I would experience more than I would ever had if I had stayed in Germany. 

Now, 8 years later, I miss the colorful skyline of both cities, I miss my friends, I miss certain moments and places, I miss going out and I especially miss the implicitness. I was so used to everything. 

Hong Kong was probably the place that is the closest to a home to me, simply because i know everything. 
I live in Cologne now and through my extensive traveling i first even knew Sydney better than Cologne, although that changed. 

Sydney or rather Australia is also an important chapter in my life. Every christmas, we would fly out down under and go on a road trip. I know Sydney probably still better than my current home city.

I say current, because i certainly don't plan on staying here. I like it, but I'm a butterfly. I don't stay at places for very long. I have an adventurous heart that simply belongs somewhere else. I have no idea where, but I'll find out. Maybe it's Australia. Maybe it is Hong Kong after all, but maybe there is no exact place. 

But I'm guessing it's the world itself. I feel most at home when i look at a world map.