Longing!

Longing, sitting at home and work (yes really work) on the data that I have recorded during the last 3 weeks. I look through the pictures (3000), and the videos (120 GB) and would like to swing me on the bike and go already again. What plans did I have for this year? Scandinavia, Portugal, Morocco, Loire Valley, Baltic States and the Balkans. At least I could still do that one, right? Then by ferry from Greece to the west, then North Africa. That was the plan for the fall. But! Unfortunately! No! On Monday the rest of my new life begins. New job, not looked for and yet it found me, thanks to the shortage of skilled workers. You don't find something like me on the street, do you? And to refuse? No, I couldn't refuse, the offer was too good, a permanent position, a responsible position and the money, in addition in the region. I really couldn't. I even turned down the next postdoc for it. Greetings to Innsbruck! I would have liked it very much there, too. The institute, the subject, the equipment, oh science, despite temporary contracts and the low salary (especially the rents there), I would have had fun there too. But then, I would have had to arrange the rest of my life differently, screw retirement. And now, seems like it's all business as usual and I'm finally becoming anold white man. The last hope? On the first day of work I am told: "Sorry, we have miscalculated. Inflation! Energy crisis! We can't afford you anymore. The last to arrive is the first to leave. But we'll get back to you as soon as things look better." And away I would go. The castle in the air of my future packed up in dry cloths again. You can still use the cloths if you have to go to the toilet on the side of the road. Immediately off in the direction of the southeast, knocking again on the way to Innsbruck, whether the project is already occupied? It would be nice. Well, on the other hand, slowly my budget is running out and should be filled again. That was quite a challenge, especially when I had to start a company at the same time, which nobody expected when planning the budget. That pulled the toads quite nicely out of the bag. Not a cent earned yet, but still some things on the investment list. At least the homepage and everything else will be ready soon, stocks built up. On 1 October it should go there, I'm excited. Nothing runs away. If a fraction of what we spent comes in, we can be happy, but fun. On the other hand, at least I founded a company, no one thought I could do it. It's not as if I had sat down in a ready-made nest and now loudly claim to have done everything myself, I have actually been allowed to make every mistake myself at least once. Or as it is called in modern times: steep learning curve. Like back then, studying and even completing my studies with a degree. Nobody believed in that either. Except of course, thanks to the many support dear family! The (in the legal framework minimal possible) financial as well as especially the invaluable moral support! "With 24 still a study begin; waste of time; you have an trainee; go to the social security office if you need money; you never manage that; are you already finished; other people's children have financed their studies and house and car also without their parents and that with 18 years; why are you exmatrikuliert if you are sick now I must pay that; when are you finished (the questions from the 2nd semester); you can not afford your semester ticket? Then run!". I can still remember that, I was predicted a life in prison. Oh, my appreciation for you guys is immeasurable. I am so ashamed of my life and the little I have accomplished. I don't even dare to step under your eyes anymore. Yes, closing the door, putting a hook under it, was also a very good idea, you have to be able to let go. Everything you still have a bad conscience about is only due to a longing. The longing for love, security and recognition. A longing that will never be fulfilled, therefore every tear, every thought, every emotional movement is just a wasted moment. Basta! Where was I and more importantly how did I get here? Oh yes, longing! Of course it would be nice to have a few more months on the bike, but I can also blame myself. In August, at 40 ° C to drive through Italy was, to say the least, also a bit insane and has brought me to the limits. That my blood pressure has plummeted so much every now and then? I don't know. My digestion? There was very little fun at the end. Nutrition is already a very delicate subject with me in the normal state, I must pay attention there very much, but on this tour, I have almost nothing more tolerated. If I leave out the coffee then a lot happened. In addition, I have then somewhere Corona caught. Arrived in the evening at home, in the morning already again gone, on the way to the nursing home. Thought me still that was exhausting to carry all the luggage including bike through the area but the muscle soreness is quite intense and why do I have a scratchy throat, heartburn? Then it dawned on me slowly and I got me a test, positive, the second also. So turn around, 2 FFP-2 masks on the face and with distance to everything and everyone home. Hardly at home then also the fiber went off. Shortly happy 40 degrees and massive headache with which no tablets helped, otherwise rather minor complaints. Where I had caught the stupid virus? No idea! Somewhere between Bogliasco and Nice I guess. With the load I had and the resulting immune system was probably enough already one of the very few short contacts I had, probably in a store. According to the symptoms it was probably an omicron variant. Well, after the 2nd night the fiber was gone, the headache lasted one day longer, but that was it. It dragged on a bit until the test was negative again and I could finally go out again. For long-covid I seem to be the wrong target group, let's hope for good immunity over the winter, could have caught me worse. So the whole tour or the whole year I was worried about what I would do if I got Corona, was careful and everything else and then just before the final it caught me after all. At home, how boring. But regarding nutrition I should still think about for the next tour. Should look at the runners what they consume. And yes read correctly, the next tour. Yes. Will then but probably not quite so intense? Rather 2 weeks, 1x in the year, the next 25 years. Whether I hold still this homepage? Sure! But in the moment still no idea what the future brings exactly, who has that already? There are still enough goals (see above), for now probably in Europe and save me the rest of the world then as soon as I can no longer drive independently. There is then e-mobility. Now it is first suits & bicycles, pension insurance, etc.. The plan to start as a travel blogger has also not worked, not really, with an average of 10 readers per blog entry. But hey 10! Double digits! I know others. But somehow there are also others. What is the reason for me? Well, when I read through some of the old entries, I don't understand them myself anymore, especially those in English, and I was there. But well, daily 10 - 12 hours cycling and then still write a 2 language blog, so others would certainly manage better, but they have at 18 already completed their studies, house, car and financed everything themselves, right? I can not keep up. So what remains to be said? Thank you for your attention, in this sense. See you soon!

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