You might have guessed it from my instagram, but my first solo trip was to Copenhagen. It was an experience I really enjoyed. Of course I was scared at first, especially when I was at the airport at 5:35 A.M asking myself “Why did you do that self?”, but as soon as I was sitting in the plane,
Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of me living alone. For different reasons I decided to move in, on my own, in a flat in Paris. A lot has happened in just one year, the most important part is that I grew up more than I did in the previous years. Facing life’s little obstacles
Sitting on my couch, listening to a jazz vinyl and burning my favourite candle … yes … it’s time for the second installment of my gratefulness series. Meeting with Marie back in May. I’ve known her for a few years (I’m going to guess it’s been five years now?) and I met her in Rennes.
It’s been a while, right? May was such a busy and bright month for me, one of the major events was the long-awaited vacation I took with my mom. We went to Brittany, one of the most beautiful parts of France – or is it just me who thinks that eh? We had a very
“Where do I belong?” Who hasn’t ever asked themselves that vague question before? Because I sure did a lot of times; more that I will ever admit; sometimes it just overwhelms me. I repeatedly felt out of space thinking I would be better off somewhere else, feeling like I was not belonging anywhere specific. I