After a gloomy August and a handful of rainy days in the beginning of September, the sun is out again and all of a sudden, life is so much easier to live. I’m done with two weeks in court in a horribly boring case, done with a mind-numbing written translation, so my will to live is stronger than ever- I must sound suicidal, in reality I’m only very very blasé. Continue reading
As you might remember, grandma passed away last November and I’ve been missing her ever since. It’s not that I saw her that often, but I liked to know she was always there. For the past 18 years I made plans to stay with her for a week and learn how to make green walnuts jam, biscuits and cheese pie, but I never got around to do it. She lived in the countryside, she only got a toilet 5-10 years ago, the summers were too hot and the winters too cold and so on. Excuses, excuses. And now she’s no more.
These pictures are from September, I completely forgot about them. It was such a lovely month- good weather and lots of goodies to eat. A new café/wine bar opened in the neighbourhood- Galgen and we took Sammy there for a treat. Lazy mornings- perfect for scones and elderberry jam. Continue reading
I keep reading this September has the highest temperature recorded in over 100 years and while I´m concerned about our planet´s future, I couldn´t be happier for a prolonged summer. I can put on some shorts and a t-shirt and take Sammy out for an evening beer in the neighbourhood. 😉 Continue reading
So this week was super busy, which is why I haven´t had time to write about anything else than my trip to Stavanger and my dream wardrobe. Most of my life is pretty homey, though, walking around in tights, making dinner, doing the dishes, since the dishwasher has been broken for over half a year now, (Yes, I know I should have gotten a new one, but instead I used all my money on holidays and drinks), walking Sammy and binge-watching series on either Netflix or HBO. Continue reading
September is my favourite month of the year. I was born 5 days after school start in Romania and every September was a new opportunity to let the world know they had to celebrate me!;-)
I don´t think I liked myself very much between 10 and 30, but then again I never liked a lot of people, either. haha! I´ve worked hard on accepting myself during the last years, though. As long as I have to live with myself, I´d better start liking myself, too. And liking oneself helps. It´s easier to set boundaries, for one. And hold grudges. haha! And make decisions, even if they hurt. And accept defeat. Or not. Continue reading