A photo I took when I was 16 (!). Feels really appropriate right now. (I also tried it in black and white, but it made it look like I was dead, lol. A little bit too sinister for my taste.)
When I look around me I’m surrounded by boxes. Boxes filled with all of my (our) earthly belongings, of which I did not know I had so many (note to self: do not buy anymore cute cups!!!) and filled with even more memories. When I decided to quit my job and we decided to move back to our hometown (ehm, yes it was in consensus you guys, I promise), I did not exactly know what it meant. I saw it as a way of “going back” and getting some peace of mind, if only for a few months. No longer an expensive monthly rent to pay and finally an end to almost four years of going back and forth. During these four years we always kept visiting our family or wanted to simply unwind during our weekends in our small town, which meant a lot of living out of our suitcases.
Now I see these boxes and I feel that it’s about more than that. When I think about the past four years I just see one big blur and I realize that I need this break before I’ll start something new in the fall. My parents’ divorce, my studies, the jobs I’ve had, the people I’ve met, the trips, me living abroad… it all happened in four years. Only four. It feels like a thousand. And I’ve changed so much. Now I no longer see this as a way of going back. I see this is a way of going forward, as a transition. I want to spend more time with my family, be there for my sister, have cozy nights with my friends, be more creative with photography and other stuff (I love to cook!) and just “live”. I no longer want to have the feeling I don’t have time for anything. I no longer want to keep running.
Anyway, before I have to make a whole new category for this post because a simple “dramaqueen” is no longer sufficient enough (and I haven’t even talked about my amazing boyfriend yet!!!! Can you imagine), let me get to the practical side of things: I’m moving this weekend and after that I’ll probably will not have a internet-connection at home for at least two weeks. I know myself, so I’ll probably find ways to go online anyway (crossing my fingers for an unsecured wireless connection in the area as we speak…), but yes… while I do not have the illusion that the world will stop turning without a blogpost from me, I just wanted to let you know about it and explain the silence around here (if there is any).
On a second note: I’m thinking about moving to blogger, but it turns out to be a bit more challenging than I thought… I’ll keep you posted.
Take care ❤ (and a big thank you! – I don’t say this often enough, but I appreciate every single one of you)