Life can be funny at times. Last year around this time, I was working in the centre of buzzing London, just a stone’s throw away from Piccadilly Circus on the edge of Soho. Familiar surroundings – although no less grand to me than to any casual visitor of the city.

Now, one year later, I’m writing this slightly different “dear Friday” post  while looking out of my office window in Munich into a multitude of dancing snowflakes. Like the snowflakes, my life has been caught in a bit of a whirlwind over the past 12 months.

After calling the UK my home for over 18 years, life in limbo under the spectre of Brexit had become a daily challenge. So, M and I decided to move back across the channel to at least gain back a semblance of control over our future lives. Apart from all the practical uncertainties and the rising cost of living in the UK, the feeling of no longer being wanted in a place that had truly become home over the years was probably one of the biggest reasons to decide to uproot our lives and start over somewhere else…