Times

Can one be content?
Happy?
Pic: Weekend in Braunschweig, June 2003.
Please note the Mad Cow in the background we brought "home" from Perth as in GB Mad Cow desease was running wild. We kinda lost "mooooh-moooh-moooh" along the way....

When we had that weekend relationship ... weekends were great, holidays even better.
Every minute was important and the other one missed badly came Monday/first working day.

"If my appartment floods again I move to Braunschweig!", Ingo said and I crossed fingers and toes (knowing the important stuff was safe) and the water run into tub even.

The first years we were the happiest.
Well, if health wouldn´t have interrrupted that massively, that is.
You know what I mean.

Now?

Am I happy (happier)?

We´re available 24/7.
And other things are more important.

What is it?
Is something wrong with me?
With time?
Are we just too used to have it all and don´t appreciate any longer.

Can you relate?