Dear diary...

7/9
Things are getting quite crazy. I don't know how to fit my whole life into two suitcases and a backpack.
I went through a lot of exciting stuff during the past few years, but this is different, a completely new experience. It's okay I guess, apart from the fact that I won't be able to take my typewriter with me.
8/9
When you are packing, always roll your clothes.
9/9
I don't know what to do, because everything I touch turns out to be incomplete.
10/9
I'm sorry, for myself of course, because what else is there to be sorry for at the moment? Nobody cares if my nail polish is spalling and I stop writing mid-sentence. Nobody cares if I don't care. Nobody cares, and that's what I wanted. I still want it. Now. But most of all, I want me to stop feeling sorry.
11/9
None of my shelves are empty and I still haven't packed up. I think I'm losing it, but at least I will be gone.

And that's something I've found

I should start writing elaborate diaries, but instead I just go places with a little passion.

A little bit homeless

It wasn't all about the strawberries, though. I was disappointed.

Golden hour revisited

I refuse to believe that I will ever stop coming here; this place is my favourite safe haven.
It's easy to convince myself that this little village is actually an island.
P.S. I love you.

Wall of plants

Another little treasure among all of the things you can find in Berlin.

Where's the cat?

An evening stroll through the faraway streets I feel I will never know.

No ghosts found

This time, I went in. The thing I was most scared of was the possibility of the ceiling caving in, though, in the back of my head, I was thinking about lost souls.

Storm ahead

listen
I guess it's just very, very beautiful. Please let me see all of it.

On offer

Sometimes, I wonder what went wrong.
There are forests, fields ... that's about it, actually. And then you think you've seen it all.

I spy a butterfly (or two)

I didn't dare to disturb them, so I just stood there, barely breathing, watching them flapping their wings.