I've been in Germany for 5 years now. Life is hectic, and I'm finding myself, yet again, in the middle of a big move.

A move back to where my husband and I started.

As with any change, I approach it with a certain level of fear. Change, while constant, can be unsettling.

And for someone like me who finds comfort in regularity, I'm apprehensive of the move.

Peeling back all these layers of uncertainty is somewhere deep inside me, an excitement. After all, we're headed back to familiar grounds. There'll be family, friends, and most of all, a community that we can partake in.

I like that.

Funny how even when in a massive city, I find myself confined in a square. Many people, I suppose, find that the world they live in is only as good and as big as the people in it.

For me, a delightful environment is where I find myself - and my family - in the center (or as close as possible) to where things happen. And where conviviality and warmth reside.

Ultimately, I need not be in a bustling city. I'm happy to build a home where there's enough life and enough people to have good conversations with.

And what greater joy is there really than to feel like you belong to a place and the place is a part of your life?