Memories

Being back at my parents´place, the house were I grew up, for holidays sometimes feels a bit strange. Back in my room were I moved in at the age of 10 (before I was sharing a room with my twin sister) recalls a lot of memories. The furniture is still the same, the desk is the one where I studied for my highschool diploma and most part of univeristy. The view out of the window where you can see the mountains while still lying in your bed on a sunny day or the colds on a rainy one has not changed. The mountains are still there. I am still there, in the room, but I have changed, moved on. There are still a few personal things in the room, cards, candles, pictures, my old stereo. But most things are either moved to Zurich or neatly backed into moving boxeds and stored in another room, waiting to be once moved to a place where I will live more permanently.

I switched on the radio in the evening after 10pm and I could not believe it. One radio station still has the love night... meaning (cheesy) love songs all evening with short breaks for people who either want to leave a message for a loved person or are looking for somebody to love.

Listening to the radio station, the love songs brought back a lot of memories. Memories of my teenage years, where I had one crush after the other (onto music stars - yes I confess Paddy from the Kelly family - , school colleagues and beaus), where I was listening to this radio show and thinking what could happen with this guy or the other, phantasising about if we became a couple and how romantic this all would be. It was also the time where I was crying in my bed as these crushes did not lead to anywhere. I listened to this music when I went to bed with a big smile on my face after the kiss outside of our porch which started my long first love relationship

Memories which will always be there. Bittersweet memories.