In a few days I will be leaving to Montafon. Best news of the day… until now they tell it will be snowing at least 2 days! My heart skips a beat…
Because I want to wake up with this view:
Because I want more of this:
Because I should work here:
I am still trying to discover how my hobby can become my profession. Not sure if this is ever possible. I never have been so happy in a place as in the mountains.
Because this is where I smile:
So whenever I think about next week being my last time up the mountains for so many months.. I kinda feel sad. At the start of the season we have some many plans and goals. It just was over so fast.
With all my heart I actually hope next season will be just as amazing. I still feel blessed to be able to travel so much. When I know that now I will be working for a few months “fulltime” again I get scared. Sometimes even 2 weeks is more than enough. I get tired of things easily and I have this feeling already. It’s actually the first year on my new job and I got already a lot of complaints about my wanderlust. But hey, follow your heart has been my motto for years. Not gonna change that for any job. Honestly I try to ignore the workdepression just one more week until I’m off again!