A tiny cabin. My unexpected home away from home in southern Chile. No bigger than most people’s kitchen, but housing more than just kitchen utensils. Bedroom to the left, kitchen and living room to the right. Bathroom? Straight ahead. Everything painted white with perfect full-bodied red details. Windows facing the front with a terrace looking…
Have you always wanted to know what the perfect engagement looks like for me? Well, here it is 😉
Today the note on my tea bag asked me “How have you changed throughout the past five years?”. Reading this I realized that this question is posed the wrong way. It should be “How haven’t you changed in the past five years?”. So much has happened. The only things that are the same for me…
This blog has gone silent. Not forever and hopefully not for much longer, but I thought it was time to give you a small explanation of what has been going on. I haven’t stopped writing, not one bit. I can even say that I have been writing all day, every day. After a full day…
Sitting inside her apartment, watching the dark clouds drift by, she suddenly felt like a little girl again instead of the young woman she had become. The first rain drops started trickling down, making their way across the window like tears rolling down a cheek. She feels stuck, imprisoned in her own apartment. Not because…
It all started with a challenge, a challenge I accpeted. My boyfriend, Jonas, dared me to write about the happy side of being on crutches. Not an easy challenge and damn it was hard to focus on the positive side of not being able to walk, but at least I gave it a shot. Being…
Since I was 14 years old I wrote all kinds of stuff down in a diary, but I was told that I was a bad writer, so my words turned into secrets. They still are. A pile of notebooks filled with teenager thoughts, dreams and longings. It took me nearly ten years of secret scribbling…
Imagine our skin could tell a story. Imagine writing all over our body for everybody to see and read. Now we see stories in each others eyes. We listen, we feel and we understand. But without us thinking about it, our skin tells a story. A story of life, of adventure, of pain and of…
Let’s talk about the untalkable. Let’s speak the unspeakable. For the past few months I’ve been balancing on the edge of a cliff. I knew it, I felt it, and I was scared to fall. Since last summer I knew I had to be careful. When it took me two full weeks of holiday to…