I’ve been away for quite a while. Not that I think anybody noticed. But still. Things have been weird and messy. Eventful, always. Fun, mostly. Sad, sometimes. Boring, never.
I could have written about so many things. Like, visiting Scotland for the first time. Walking through Chatsworth House looking for Mr Darcy and the sculptures from Pride & Prejudice (2005). Strolling through Bristol on the hunt for Banksy works and ending up having cider on a boat. Falling in love with London a little bit more with every visit. Pretending to be a student in Cambridge for just a day. Screaming and singing and sweating at concerts and festivals. Meeting the most amazing people. Saying goodbye to England. Reading too many books to list them now. Working on the final project for my MA. (I guess that was the main reason why I stopped posting regularly for a while – that took up a LOT of time, energy, passion and whatever else I had to give.) Finishing that project. Feeling a little lost once it was done. Moving to Hamburg. Starting an internship in Hamburg. Feeling welcome in Hamburg. Making friends in Hamburg. Feeling lost in Hamburg. Being in Hamburg, liking Hamburg, missing England. Talking German and thinking English. Not knowing where I belong. Not even knowing where I want to belong.
And that’s just a few of the things that have happened and have been occupying my mind lately.
Maybe I’ll write about some of that in the next weeks. Maybe I’ll write about something completely different. But I’ll write, I promise.