[unveröffentlichte veröffentlichungen - part II - somewhere in the north] It's quite normal to wake up in another city every other night

I still remember the moment I entered the first train. It was the beginning of my almost three month long travel. My father brought me to the train station at 5am. It was dark and cold, and I was really tired. I didn't knew anything. Not where to stay this night nor where to go afterwards. As soon as I entered the train, tears came to my eyes. Not because I was sad leaving home, but because I was very excited, in a nervous way of excitement. And I was also a little bit afraid, without any particular thing to be afraid of. Now, almost one month later, my feelings turned around for 180 degrees. I'm not insecure anymore. I don't worry about hostels and public transport anymore. I feel much more relaxed and happy and especially: 'normal'. It's like I felt at home when I woke up in the morning. But instead of taking the bus to work, I take the bus to the next city. But it feels exactly the same. Normal life here! :D And the most important thing: I don't miss to go to work anymore, because travelling is now my work!