In summer 2019 I returned to Germany with my three kids. After all the months on the road, the separation and the inner upheaval, I needed solid ground under my feet – for me and for the kids.
We moved back to my old home region, Thuringia. I enrolled the kids in school again, found an apartment and took a job as a social pedagogue at the same independent school my kids attended.
But it didn't take long for reality to catch up with me…
After all those months of lived freedom, connection and self-determination, I felt lonely, stuck and hit hard by the old narrowness and the messed-up value system of many people around me.
The school I worked at quickly disappointed me too. Instead of making room for individuality, every day I saw too many kids in one class and too few staff.
There was hardly anyone I could really share my thoughts, values and experiences with.
The conversations revolved around everyday life, curricula, "difficult" kids and grades.
Nobody talked about freedom, community or a life beyond the norm. I missed exactly what I had found on the road: connection. Space. Truth.
And right at that time, suddenly and completely unexpectedly, Martin wrote to me…