A woman with black coat rides a bike and skips the red traffic light with a pale, oblivious, solid face; another carrying the fitness bag and drinking protein shake; and another calling her colleague that due to train delays, she will arrive late. A father assisting happily their kid on the bike, and his mother observing with care and smiling.

Those scenes share a common aspect in them: Stability. You don’t bike crossing streets while travelling to a different place or county; and don’t go to a fitness studio unless you started to find an apartment/room to live and commute to it a couple of days; and when you use the train for commuting to work, it also means you have a job to work for; and having a family with a kid requires some solid ground to start from. All of those examples I’ve seen on my previous weeks here in Frankfurt are scenes of Stability (from my own perspective).

I am now in Frankfurt, with a shared apartment of 4 very nice people. Relocating from Berlin, I had to let go of my social circle, a belonging, my gym, my delicious restaurants, and my lovely apartment and its kitchen and utensils. Out of a sudden, I have to start from the ground. Due to my unfortunate event, the new job didn’t last more than two weeks and two days. I got terminated very early. It was not the city that we agreed (4 hours of commuting daily) and not the responsibilities.

Stability for me was something I try to run away from; where there is stability, I go the other way; or at lease how I was perceiving it. I was living the temporarily/nomadic mindset. Culturally it was defined as to have a stable job, a family and a house. I always avoid the last two, and unsure about the first.

I was sometimes asked, “When will you settle and have a stable life?”, and my answer always deflective, because for somehow, I don’t want to reinvent the wheel of having a house and a family. I always want/wanted something different.

Until now, where I valued its existence more than ever, Stability. But now I have my own definition. I realized that I need at leaset one anchor in my life to hold on for Stability. It could be a job, an apartment, my family and friends, or a partner. Though a partner is the hardest to lose, because I can tolerate to lose others, a partner is like home, and when the partner is gone, I’ll be instable (and crave for belonging). The worst for sure, is when you lose all of the mentioned; more or so what happened to me recently, that made me appreciate the life that I was having and to value Stability.

In this case, and the only possible solution for a step toward Stability, is to re-adjust and adapt, in a way to regain Stability, step after step. I am living in Germany since 2022, and many things are revolved around the job; the apartment, the social life, the partner, are all linked to this central nerve to live and build your life. Building Stability.