It’s that time of the year again. The time that marks the end of a period in your life, and the start of a new one. A better one, you always hope. And my hopes have rarely been higher than this time around.
A mix of awe and sadness grew into me, as I spent a day in the big Tierpark (zoo) in Berlin.
Last week, my girlfriend and I moved to a new flat. There’s more space here, and room to breathe. We found a surprise, however, just outside the window of our living room.
Getting old is some nasty business. Yesterday, Feb. 22nd, I turned 26 years old. It feels weird to be in the second half of my twenties, and I believe it’s only going to get weirder and weirder over the years. It’s not about just time going by, it’s more about realizing you are actually an … Continue reading Twenty-six
More than a month has passed since 2017 made its glorious and loud entry, here in Berlin. I will spare you the usual “New year, new me” crap: I know myself well enough to know when, and if, I will change at all. Something, however, has objectively changed. I started a new job and this … Continue reading Wintering in Berlin