Off To The East

So. Mum, Bro and me are off to East-Germany. To the island Rügen.

I´ll take the said chicken with me. And a can. And a bottle of local beer. Warm clothes. Books. Phone. Dörte, my microwave sheep to keep me warm.

Ingo is better. Not good yet, I hate to leave him.so.much.

Guess he still loves me after all?
The guy to look at and plan our bathroom was there. He was nice, a very, very positive thinking man Ingo´s age. So calm. Sometimes I wished Ingo was a bit more calm.

Can´t believe I won´t see Ingo before Sunday.
I look so much forward to being at the sea - it´s been so darn long. I miss the waves, the sound, the scent. Bro, and Mum, too.
Chances are high we fight, though, maybe?

Can you believe this is still "East-Germany" to me, "DDR"? It is and maybe always will be. I have friends who grew up in DDR and who tell me about it. It was another world. Now I will go there for a third time.

I wish the circumstances would be better.
But then again... do you take the time with your sibling and your Mum as a mature person to go on holidays without your partner/family?
I kinda await what the outcome might be?

Talks about our Dad? Later, without Mum, talks about our not-always-nice childhood? Or will we fight? Or hug and cry? Or just be calm and content with what we´ve got right now?
Bro and me are so darn different. I´m like my Dad, he´s like our Mum.
I loose temper quickliy, he ... oh - gah! The calmest person.on.earth.
He is a goldsmith (amongst other) and makes a ring for me. Since years.

I so look forward to the sea. The waves. The water. The cold even. The wind.
It refreshes your soul.

I live in fear Ingo might fall sick while I´m away.
But then again... he is a grown man. He has his Bro´s phone number, who is a very good Doc.

Sickness... go away, leave my life, let health reign!
I never thought I´d be confronted with this so "early". Dad an all. OK.

But Spouse??!!

I´d give everything to keep him.

I loose my mind about it.

And... tell ya what.. see last post.. the glass of that stupid door popped out big. It was so much under pressure... boy. This is not an excuse for me. I´m still so mad about myself.

Won´t have internet access from there.
Will call Spouse every day (except Thursday, I got it, Ingo!).

Mum knows there is nothing to be done.
Any tipps how to help her?