when the piles of leaves are overwhelming

Yesterday it rained from dark morning until dark night. It was the time of the year when the beautiful golden autumn turned into darkness, rain and loneliness. with the feeling of hopelessnes I  booked a ticket to London. Brighton baby. let´s face it and walk down the memory line. Life is about travel. 

let me smell the ocean again.

the freedom of travel

The most miserable part of traveling is the moment you realize that it´s actually over. It´s this heavy realization that you still have known all the time, but kind of ignored to live in the moment of what is about come. It´s the scene in a melancholic movie where it rains, the sky is black and the girl is obviously crying still looking unrealistically hot sobbing without a grin. I´m there now. Ryan air airport, a bench, a coffee, too good memories and bon iver in my ears. no tears though ( promise) maybe a grin because of too many sleepless nights. It´s super sad, but still already justifying thoughts of when and where to go next. It´s the freedom you love until it´s over and the euphoria turns to misery; until it´s too much and you refuse to accept it. Refuse to be bitter and appreciate the next step by the thoughts of what you had. It´s love and hate at the same time. it´s magic.

I love france. France loves me. I will be back. Written on a pack of cigarettes. true and naked friendship. 

Ma chérie adorée

Quand la vie fermé une porte

Elle ouvre un fenetre

socializing my brain out

on friday I had a stroll around the city with anna. we litterly drank us through the entire afternoon having cooffee after coffee with all of her friends including her stressed medical brother :) I´m socializing my brain out here, f*ck tourism, this is what travel should be like. pure love. and food. and wine.

*tough life*

cannot be bothered about life today. the sun is shining into my eyes which makes my hanging head feel like an eaten potato.yes. last night was fun.

rain and cigarettes

well to continue on the french side of life I had some croissants with anna this morning to proceed with a tour of the town and lunch with good friends of hers :) I like to see men in the kitchen, lol. initiation is up since its fresher´s week at Uni. Developed my french kissing on the cheeks quite well while introduced to a bunch of them. Anna is even proud of my French behavior and my well pronounced curses. *putin*

strasbourg - iii.

Alors. A new chapter of my life has begun. BIG TIME. I have just arrived to anna´s place after a hell of a trip. Took a taxi from beautiful alva last night around three in the morning, arrived in paris around 9. Took the train from Paris to Strasbourg and arrived just around 4. (spent the entire journey obsessing about sleeping and trying to find the right travel-mood, BAM just found it with a french baguette and a super hot coffee ). fucking Amazing here, and ooooh yes it was definitely worth the struggle!!! Ryan-air plz, adopt me, I will no longer complain about your messed-up non-existing luggage-system… Anna´s flat is literally amazing, wooden floor, this old kind of dream house with a touch of frenchness that I JUST LOVE. and hold on, the WINDOWS, you guys who know me, know that I have a thing for these big-let-me-sit-and-embrace-life-kind of windows. They are huge and the flat is enormous, located in the middle of the city center with cobblestones and a bakery just across the street. Jesus. It would cost a fortune in Sweden!!! Flat party HERE I COME. Tonight we are meeting anna´s friends for some nice wine, but first sushi and quality time with my new love; mademoiselle Bouchier.