I love this season, and love wearing gloves with ¾ length jackets. Maroon gloves, holding on to a vintage small change purse I bought in a flea market in Brussels.

I am trying to cling on to as much of my time away because I am scared the city I live in now will rub off on me too much. The watch I wear still carries Munich time – I haven’t had the heart to change it yet. To tell time I count eight hours behind, which, I suppose, is kind of a pain, but I’m not letting go. It will be troubling when daylight savings time hits. I think in autumn, North America and Europe choose the same day to fall back an hour…though I don’t know for sure. In the spring time, Europe has a different day to spring ahead in time, and that did get confusing for me when I had to call back home.

It’s funny because I now refer to Munich as “back home.”

When will I be able to head back?