Düsseldorf itself isn't a glamorous place to live, but it's a great place to live. Not too big, not too small. Parks for the children around every corner. A few restaurants that aren't German. Easy to get around. Safe. It's nice here. And I was just getting a hang of that whole language thing too...
Looking around our apartment, with everything in boxes, I am overwhelmed with memories. This is Simon's first home. He wasn't born here, but he's really been here his whole life.
The first time he turned over...when he started crawling...his first steps...first words...all took place in this space. As I sit here typing I look to my right and can clearly picture him walking in holding a glass measuring cup he had found in a drawer, then proceeding to drop it and fall all in one motion, his hands landing on the broken pieces of glass. He still has a small scar on his finger where he had the deepest gash.
|At the ER - no stitches, but he looked badass with his bandage.|