in search of

I pause and it is as if I am looking at myself from the outside for a moment. I open my eyes, which were closed to escape the flashes of the party lights. My body moves slowly to the rhythmic beats, as does the young girl next to me. My gaze wanders over the swirling group of young people. It seems to me like a completely, colorful mess. Everything moves to the beat of the music. I watch young men nestling as close as possible to young women, others shouting at each other about further evening plans, and still others standing in the corner with a drink in their hand, watching the action - just like me. I stand on the edge on a pedestal to have a better overview. I have to laugh. We are all from different countries, grew up in different circumstances, speak different languages and have different dreams and plans. And we meet again and again so as not to be alone.

Aren't we all searching? What are we looking for? Is it freedom? Are we searching for love? Or life itself? But what exactly is it? What am I looking for on my journey, which I call life?

My last weeks were marked by new experiences, new connections, situations from which I was able to learn a lot. I think this is what I call life. Everything is in motion, everything changes again and new opportunities arise. People who inspire me and conversations that open up a new perspective.

Yes, I make the experience that travelers are usually very open to new things. I feel comfortable among people who accept everyone as they are without judging them.

And so it was for me a coming home, when I had to move back into the hostel completely in a hurry and left my shared apartment again after 2 months.