Two years ago in July I cried on an airplane on my way back to Europe. I seriously didn’t want to be on that plane. I was excited to see my friends and parts of the Family, but I was scared of getting stuck again. Stuck in security that made me feel safe with but never made me happy (even if appreciate some security, there’s a difference in enjoying this and abusing it to keep you protected). I wanted to be on the other side of the world. The idea was to stay for some months. Half a burnout and half a pandamic later I was still there. And then I left. I felt like ****, I laughed a lot, I walked a lot, was told to relax and let go a lot.
One of my biggest dreams is to at one time gather all people who I love and have met all over the world all together at the same time. Thank you for keeping up with me last year. Thank you for stumbling into my life this year. Thank you for checking in on me, thank you for calls, and reunions, for dances, for hosting me, tons of coffee and croissants, for talks and meditations, for soft words and honest words, for „it’s okay“s, for seeing sparkles, for gardening on my birthday, sending me a hoodie from Australia when I mentioned I’m freezing in Portugal, for picking wild flowers, sharing music, for curfew walks and midnight talks, for getting food for me during quarantine, starring at the ocean with me and reading poems to me. For all moments to remember and all moments come.
This time taking a flight to Germany makes me nervous as well, but I manifested some individual security net for myself by quitting my apartment. Sounds radical? Took me 8 years. I am overwhelmed by little „wtf have you done“ moments. It’s both exciting and scary to explore places to test live. But I can’t wait to „settle“ just to rent out this wodden floor apartment for solid six months per year and go travel, inhaling life deeply.
Also: cant wait to live a whole summer within four weeks. So if you want to risk a dance, hit me up.
If you see yourself within this text, it’s about you.
And in this case I have a lot of love for you in my heart.
Forwarded from a wall !
One of my biggest dreams is to at one time gather all people who I love and have met all over the world all together at the same time. Thank you for keeping up with me last year. Thank you for stumbling into my life this year. Thank you for checking in on me, thank you for calls, and reunions, for dances, for hosting me, tons of coffee and croissants, for talks and meditations, for soft words and honest words, for „it’s okay“s, for seeing sparkles, for gardening on my birthday, sending me a hoodie from Australia when I mentioned I’m freezing in Portugal, for picking wild flowers, sharing music, for curfew walks and midnight talks, for getting food for me during quarantine, starring at the ocean with me and reading poems to me. For all moments to remember and all moments come.
This time taking a flight to Germany makes me nervous as well, but I manifested some individual security net for myself by quitting my apartment. Sounds radical? Took me 8 years. I am overwhelmed by little „wtf have you done“ moments. It’s both exciting and scary to explore places to test live. But I can’t wait to „settle“ just to rent out this wodden floor apartment for solid six months per year and go travel, inhaling life deeply.
Also: cant wait to live a whole summer within four weeks. So if you want to risk a dance, hit me up.
If you see yourself within this text, it’s about you.
And in this case I have a lot of love for you in my heart.
Forwarded from a wall !
Two years ago in July I cried on an airplane on my way back to Europe. I seriously didn’t want to be on that plane. I was excited to see my friends and parts of the Family, but I was scared of getting stuck again. Stuck in security that made me feel safe with but never made me happy (even if appreciate some security, there’s a difference in enjoying this and abusing it to keep you protected). I wanted to be on the other side of the world. The idea was to stay for some months. Half a burnout and half a pandamic later I was still there. And then I left. I felt like shit, I laughed a lot, I walked a lot, was told to relax and let go a lot.
One of my biggest dreams is to at one time gather all people who I love and have met all over the world all together at the same time. Thank you for keeping up with me last year. Thank you for stumbling into my life this year. Thank you for checking in on me, thank you for calls, and reunions, for dances, for hosting me, tons of coffee and croissants, for talks and meditations, for soft words and honest words, for „it’s okay“s, for seeing sparkles, for gardening on my birthday, sending me a hoodie from Australia when I mentioned I’m freezing in Portugal, for picking wild flowers, sharing music, for curfew walks and midnight talks, for getting food for me during quarantine, starring at the ocean with me and reading poems to me. For all moments to remember and all moments come.
This time taking a flight to Germany makes me nervous as well, but I manifested some individual security net for myself by quitting my apartment. Sounds radical? Took me 8 years. I am overwhelmed by little „wtf have you done“ moments. It’s both exciting and scary to explore places to test live. But I can’t wait to „settle“ just to rent out this wodden floor apartment for solid six months per year and go travel, inhaling life deeply.
Also: cant wait to live a whole summer within four weeks. So if you want to risk a dance, hit me up.
If you see yourself within this text, it’s about you.
And in this case I have a lot of love for you in my heart.
Forwarded from a wall !
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