I’ve pretty much adjusted back to full time city life. Surprisingly I don’t think about Fröhden that much, but I do look at pictures of Kitty and the chickens and then start to miss them.[Read more…]
Someone rang my doorbell at 5.30am. I know the exact time because I have this thing where I always need to know the time. So when the doorbell woke me up and I saw it was still dark outside, I checked the time.[Read more…]
A woman in her 30s, that’s what I am now.
And actually, I do feel my age. It took a while to come to terms with, but I no longer wish to be still in my 20s. I had a slight crisis when I was 29, fearing the new decade, but I’m glad I managed to get over it and now embrace it.[Read more…]
My solitude began yesterday evening. I stayed up late because I could. Not because I had anything important to do, not because I stayed out late with friends, just because for the first time in weeks, I was alone. Noone to make me stick to normal (healthy) sleeping times. It just seemed natural – stay up late.[Read more…]
Our street seemed calmer than what I expected or remembered, when we left the apartment that first morning.
I was very aware of the air pollution on Hermannstrasse.
These three days were a blur. Quick meetings with friends, things to take care of, life on the go. It felt like we didn’t really have any time to just enjoy the time and city together. Everything seemed rushed.
Artur left on the evening of day 4. As always, I missed him straight away.
I was nervous to come back. Getting things ready before leaving – making sure we finished the potato harvest, collecting all the already giant zucchinis, packing all our vegetables. Preparing to leave felt like preparing to leave on a long holiday far away. Yet it’s only a month in Berlin. An hour away from home.[Read more…]
When I first spent two weeks straight in Fröhden in 2018, I was yearning for nightlife Berlin. I had a desire to just be there in a busy bar, amongst friends and strangers, drinking and staying out til past midnight, like a fresh faced eighteen year old, discovering city adulthood for the first time.[Read more…]
It seems these days that every single week, someone spells my name incorrectly. It’s actually quite incredible, especially since the majority of them are writing to me on Facebook or email, where my name is clearly there.[Read more…]
(Written during my two weeks back in Berlin, after four months away.)
I actually forgot the sound of sirens, til one blasted right past our apartment at midnight.[Read more…]
I feel like a prude saying it, but I hate it when I see men with their shirts off in public. It doesn’t make me look at them or admire their potentially good bodies, but it reminds me of the inequality and injustice between men and women. It reminds me that I can’t just simply take off my shirt because I feel like it. Most women get harassed no matter what they wear, but even more so in the warmer months when we’re less covered up. I was wearing a romper the other day which wasn’t very revealing, but the unwanted leer from men made me feel as if I was walking around in my underwear.[Read more…]