I have a fear: To live a long, boring life. A routine is important to me, but not repetition. It’s reassuring to know that you will wake up everyday at 7am, and hopefully go to bed on time at 12am. What happens in between shouldn’t be predictable.Continue reading “My youth – Thời thanh xuân”
I don’t know much, but I know that time flies reaaaallllyyyy fast when you procrastinate.
Because a blink of an eye just stretched out for 3 weeks. Literally.
3 weeks ago, my family flew over to visit me. Mom, Dad and Kun. After more than a year. Even though our time together was relatively short, it was worthwhile. I still think that travelling with my family is simply the best way to enjoy life (not entirely because all expenses are paid, hey Mom, hey Dad, thank you and love you ♥️, but because after not seeing them for such a long time, I just can’t get enough of them IRL).
During the most beautiful days of fall, I was stuck with work. My routine was wake up, work, sleep and repeat. I have no complaints though, because work = money.
The only negative outcome of those two weeks lies in the fact that I have no nice stereotypical photos of Europe’s fall – red, yellow, orange leaves covering romantic streets. I did try to grasp that what is left of the sadly short season on its last week, however I’ll save the tragic story for another time.
So here I present you the photos I took during the two last weeks of fall. Some are not even fall-related. However, the warm cast of sunlight is enough to make justice for the lack of theme. Continue reading “Last days of fall”
I still haven’t made up my mind about Hamburg yet.
The city is big and lively, but it hasn’t offered me much sentiment. On lucky days, the sun would shine and birds would sing. Sky would be blue and clouds would be fluffy. On normal days, however, blankets of water vapour would stretch till the endless horizon. High chance that rain would be drizzling.Continue reading “Hamburger Sommerdom”
Spontaneity is not my best trait. When I’m spontaneous, I tend to make bad decisions.
Brussels was not one of them.Continue reading “Brussels”
Eldena is this small beach near where I lived. Sometimes I felt like it’s a forgotten world – with a life pace of its own. People do live there, on holidays, in nice big houses.
There’s a river called Ryck which runs along the beach and eventually joins the ocean. I like to stroll along the riverside until I meet the sea, awaken by the sound of waves gently breaking my thoughts.
Eldena was and is still a sacred place in my heart. A safe corner in the middle of nowhere. A safe for my little thoughts, big thoughts, dreams, fears, hopes, blank mindspace. A coupon book I can always mentally turn to and rip out a happy card. At least I try to think that way.Continue reading “Eldena”
Friends of me – people of whom I take good photos and not vice versa.
Still love them anyway.