Little ways to stop the use of single-use plastic

I sometimes stumble upon topics I am very passionate about, and this is one of them. Even though I can’t possibly get out to that many people, I still feel better once my words and advice are out there. So here you go:

  1. Use bamboo toothbrushes. They are made out of bamboo instead of plastic, and mostly the packaging isn’t plastic either.
  2. Reuse plastic bags. Wash plastic bags after use and use them again and again.
  3. Buy local foods or grow them yourself. Vegetables and fruits very often come in plastic in the supermarket, but growing them yourself or getting them locally is a way to avoid this.
  4. Never ever buy disposable dinnerware – use real plates instead.
  5. Make your own scrubs, facial cleansers or other beauty products that are relatively easy to make, and saves a lot of plastic packaging. I personally like the blog
  6. Buy clothes made out of cotton, wool or bamboo instead of plastic. Bamboo is the best, since bamboos are the fastest growing and least water-consuming plant used to make clothes. And it is so soft!

Get going, plastic doesn’t reuse itself.


Summer feels

We spent 4 days at our “summer house”, and it was something near perfect. It was nice weather and we went swimming, ate ice cream, saw the sunsets, collected stones, picked flowers, read books in our hammock and went for long walks at the beach. I also slept in a tent, and loved waking up every morning to the sound of birds chirping. Enjoy the pictures.



Travel diary – Munich

Hallo hallo. I’m writing from Munich, Germany on the 26th of June. It is almost 7 pm, and I have just come home to my room. I am on a 2-week German-course, in order to get better at German, and I have already improved. I came to my host family yesterday, and they are really nice. Monika and Andy have two boys (12 and 15), and there are three other girls staying with them. I have met two of them: Cindy from Switzerland and Ella from South Korea. They are both very nice, but they have known each other for two months already and live in the same room, so they mostly talk to each other. The three other girls are staying in the attic, and I am staying in the basement. My room has a bed, a fridge, a microwave, a table, a toilet, a sink and a shower all in one… It is a bit weird, but it works.

I am so confused with languages right now, because I have been switching between three languages all day. I can handle two languages, but three is hard.

I made friends with two Norwegian girls, and I am going to have classes with them. I can speak Danish to them. There are many people who are not very good at German, so I have to speak English to them. And then I also made a friend from Switzerland called Andreina. She speaks Italian, French and German (In that order), but not very much English. That is a good friend to have, because I have to speak German with her. Which I good, because we actually managed to have a conversation going for over an hour – in German! I am very pleased with myself.

I have to make myself breakfast and be out of the house by 8, but we get dinner served every night at 7:30. Last night, I went to bed straight after dinner, and it looks like I am going to have to do the same thing today, because I am so exhausted. My body is exhausted and my head is so confused. I even get confused when I think, because I can’t decide what language I should ”think in”. Sometimes I think about something in German, but then I am missing some words – and then I realize that I could have just thought that exact same thing in Danish… It is strange. I can’t even spell in English anymore L

Another thing is, that they don’t have WiFi at my host family, so I am writing this in Word, and will try to get it uploaded later (perhaps when I get home…).

I am too tired to do anything right now, but dinner is in 20 minutes, so I will survive. After speaking German and writing in English, I will now try to read in my Danish book 🙂

Wednesday the 28th of June was my second school day. Yesterday I had classes in the morning, and then I spent the afternoon by myself (and had Knödel for dinner!), but today I had afternoon classes. Gosh, that was hard. This morning I went swimming in Dantebad, an outdoor swimming pool. There were surprisingly many people considering the rain and the time of day, but I must say that most of the other people were a lot older than me… I had school from 2 pm to 6 pm, and it was so exhausting. The internet did not work at school today, either.

Word of the day: empfehlen (anbefale). Important difference: wann (hvornår) and wenn (når). A good “saying”: ohne fleiss gibt es keinen Preis.

It is very different to be in a class with people from other countries. For example: Italians are generally much more outgoing than Scandinavians, people who doesn’t speak Danish don’t necessarily understand words like “peinlich”, “sauer” and “neugierig” which are words that are fairly easy for a Dane because they are so similar to Danish, and lastly, we just don’t find the same things hard or easy. I, for one, have learnt it all before but have forgotten about most of it. I also don’t shout the answers out loud, and need time to think, so therefore I seem to be worse at German than I really am. Other people just speak, and pick up new things easily, and will instantly use their new skills. I think, that because some of the German language is easy to me because of my mother language, I forget to think of the grammar and using the correct words. Does that make sense? I have always been told to just talk, and then I would learn the grammar afterwards, so I have never gotten used to using the correct grammar (except from some of the very important things). I might have started German five years ago, but in those five years, I have had six different teachers and every teacher has started from the bottom again.

Tomorrow, I am going to meet up with Andreina for lunch, and also after school. I am very excited because she is really friendly and “easy” to talk to (easy being relative, while we talk to each other in German) 🙂

Friday the 30th and I am sitting in my room. It is only 9:15 and I don’t have school until 12. Today we have a test, which everyone apparently has every Friday. Normally, they use these tests to see if someone are good enough to go to the “next level”, but I don’t know if they do with people like me who only are here for two weeks.

Though I think, I could also do okay in a harder class… There are the following levels:

A1-1, A1-2, A2-1, A2-2, B1-1, B1-2, B2-1, B2-2, C1-1, C1-2, C2-1, C2-2

Where A is beginner and C is advanced. I am only at level A2-2, and they say that you need level C2 to go to university in Germany. In Denmark, I would only need to have one more year of German in order to go to a German university, so I might be in the wrong class. Does this make sense? I might ask my teacher after today’s class.

I don’t know what to do right now. It is a shame that I can’t sleep longer, because I don’t really feel like doing anything before class today, I am too exhausted. I guess I will watch some more TV, read in my book or go on with my knitting.

Sunday the 2nd of July. Yesterday I went to Schloss Neuschwanstei with EF, and it was really pretty, but a bit small. Google for pictures…

Today I went “hiking” in the alps, also with EF. It rained the entire day, which was a shame, but we managed to have fun anyway. Most of the people who had come on the trip were Italians, and they mostly talk to each other in Italian. I talked with a Norwegian girl, and also a bit with the girl who arranged the trip. Italians are loud, mostly, and people looked at us when we walked around. I was definitely not dressed for hiking (long raincoat and converse), but at least I hadn’t brought an umbrella.

As soon as we got home, the sky cleared up and the sun came out. Of course. But I got home for dinner, and I had some sort of rice pudding because Monika wasn’t expecting me to be home for dinner.

Monday the 3rd of July. Today we got our tests back, and I got 57/60 points, but that is probably because this course is a bit too easy for me. I am not going to level up, because I am staying here for so short, and I have just gotten to know my classmates. The first half of the day was really good, we did a lot of talking and listening and hardly any grammar. After lunch, however, we had 80 minutes of intense grammar and we were all so tired afterwards.

Vegan or vegetarian lunch or dinner recommendations in Munich: Dean & David has lots of sandwiches and wraps to-go, and also salads. I have tried their sandwiches and smoothies, and they were really good. Siggi’s is also very good, this place only serve vegan food and it is very tasty. They both have a restaurant and food to-go, and there are always “packed” with people there since it is such a small place. I have tried one of their sandwiches though it almost looked like a burger. It had a very delicious chickpea filling, and loads of spices. This place is definitely more fancy and real, whereas Dean & David are more hip and fast.

After school I went to Englischer Garten one more time, and started walking. I had bought a German book (wish me luck) so I sat down to read, do my homework and listen to music. The weather is good again after the rainy and cold weekend, so it was very peaceful and nice. I also went to my two favorite stores, both located in the same street: Gudrun Sjöden and HessNatur. It was really nice to see something familiar, and I always love a good browse in colorful stores.

I have also found that Biomarkts are so amazing. Whole supermarkets with only organic foods, and I am in heaven. Something must have gone wrong in my upbringing, because most teenagers try to find discount products because they don’t have a lot of money. I on the other hand loooooove organic stuff, vegan food and fair-trade clothes. I guess it is good, well obviously, it is good to buy these things, but it is not cheap. Never mind. I found this store, and I had to buy something. BUT! Upstairs, they had a giant beauty and clothes department, with EVERYTHING you could ever want. It was not good, because I can’t resist pretty looking packages with lovely organic shampoos and lotions. I might go back there another day…

Saturday the 8th of July, and the day of me going home. What amazing two weeks it has been. I am now sitting in the airport and thinking about all that has happened these last weeks. They have gone by so fast! Thursday it was over 30 degrees outside, and not a cloud was in sight. I spent the first half of the day in Dantebad, an outdoor swimming pool. It was so good. I jumped in the water, then I got out and sat in the sun until that got too hot, and then I jumped in the water again. The second half of the day was miserable. I had school from 14 to 20, and it was still incredibly hot out. I couldn’t think…

Friday, the weather was equally good. School was in the morning, so it was not as hot. My last class was “projekt”, a class that happens every Friday, and where you have to go out on the street and talk with strangers. We went to an outside library and had to ask people about their reading habits. The purpose is to speak German with Germans, and it works. It wasn’t scary at all, they were all really nice. Last Friday I went with another girl, but this Friday I went up to people and talked to them all by myself. Considering my usual introversion, I am pretty proud of myself.

And there we go. My travels are over. I have heard the word “sondern” a million times, said “ja” and nodded too many times (because I didn’t know what else to say) and travelled by the U-bahn for several hours. And: I have traveled all by myself for the first time.

Will anything ever be true?

To some, this is a question too far away from reality to take even a little bit seriously. To me however, it is a daily struggle. I have discovered myself to be a true perfectionist, especially when it comes to things other people have to see. Like a blog post, or a picture on Instagram or even just my outfit. It is partially because I don’t like to get negative spotlight in any way, and because I “fear” what others might say. Though I am good at telling myself to “fuck what they think”, it doesn’t work with what they say. I am too sensitive to receive criticism without letting it bother me, and I am too introverted to enjoy it when someone wants to talk with me about a personal topic. Of course there are exceptions, and that leads me back to the title of this post: Will anything ever be completely true?

Now you have seen, that even when I try to make a rule about something as simple as if I like something or not, I can’t say anything for sure. Many days I hear people say that they “absolutely hate something” or the opposite, and it always makes me think how they do it. How can you hate or love something to the bottom of your soul? And I am not talking about people, because I realized (or accepted) long ago that this love is completely irrational and, I guess, indescribable. Love is one thing, but how come someone can absolutely hate nature, cities, children, reading, running or a certain type of food? Aren’t we just saying this because we feel like we have to say something? Someone who hates nature, will maybe like it someday if he somehow combines it with something (or someone) he loves. Same goes for loving a certain type of food – one day you might have a bad experiences or learn something new, that will change the way you taste it.

Something could be true, like completely true, right now that’s for sure. In a minute, it might not be true anymore. If this is our definition of true, that it just have to be true in this instance, then yes, there is such a thing as something completely true, real and honest. This, however, is a vague definition of a word and it sure isn’t the one you should go for if you ever want someone to trust you. You should probably not doubt everything either. We can like and dislike things, and we can change our minds. I know for myself that I am both a complete paradox and a teenager, so I think I have the right to change my mind. Really, anybody has, it’s a free world.

Because of my perfectionist nature, I do not believe this question to be answered yet and it probably never will. Though I do think this blog post is as perfect as it can be now.

My (very challenging) new years resolutions

At the moment, I tend to think of 2016 as a tough year for me. But it really wasn’t that awful, it just wasn’t living up to my expectations. I wasn’t living up to my expectations. I had great experiences, and to be real, I did things I had never imagined I could do. Such as going by myself to the other side of the globe. And I wasn’t even scared. I sometimes forget to remind myself what a huge step I took at that point. Normally, I will look back and regret all the things I didn’t do.

So. Next year I will try not to strive for perfection. I will try to lower my expectations, and applaud myself when I do well. That will be very very very hard for someone like me. I am never really satisfied, and I never really believe those who tell me I have done well.

I have many strong emotions, which is great at times. When they are good, I can get high on happiness and joy. The bad emotions on the other hand, can leave me feeling completely devastated. For some reasons, the strong emotions make me feel alive, but they also really tear me down. I surround myself with my overwhelming emotions, because I think it will make me happier. I don’t think they ever will. I should let go of them. I should be able to tell the difference between what is good and what is not.

I have had a bit of a love-hate relationship with meditation, as I do not like letting go of my thoughts. My thoughts and emotions are also the ones to give me inspiration, and I would hate to not be able to feel inspired. Inspiration can be tiring though. It is not always I have enough time to do anything about it, so it often just drains me, and makes me feel like I never do anything.

I will try to figure out where my on/off switch is in the new year. I really need it. I will accept meditation or yoga as a way of letting my thoughts go, and I will let them go. I will dive into books when my world is overwhelming and I can’t handle things. I will turn off my thoughts at night, because it really is a daily struggle to fall asleep when your mind insists on composing a story or coming up with ideas to solve all your problems. Catch me in the morning, will you?

There might be a reason why I really love the song ‘Let it go’ even though I am not really the right age-group for ‘Frozen’. I know I need to let it aaaaaaall go. And now, if you will excuse me I will jump to my yoga mat.

I don’t like small-talk, but I hate the absence of it

Being an introvert, I prefer more meaningful conversations as supposed to small-talk. Talking about something that doesn’t really matter on the long run really drains me, and this human contact seems almost unnecessary. I mean, who actually finds it interesting to know someones life story without knowing how they feel about it? That to me is like getting a lot of presents without opening them. But I guess some prefer the pretty packaging instead of the ugly sweater from grandma? Though the packaging is store-bought and the sweater is homemade. Sorry, I will not go deeper, but I think you got the point.

On the other hand, I also get absolutely freaked out when someone skips the small-talk. When they talk to you as if they had known you forever, but you actually just met. Skipping name, hometown and favorite hobbies, and going straight to biggest goal in life. Like, how do you even think someone would open up that fast? I cannot do that. It might also be because I don’t know the perfect answer to that question, which I prefer to do. I do not like to be asked something I don’t know the answer to.

I know, it doesn’t sound easy, but conversations aren’t easy. At least not to me. And if you think they are easy, it might be because you don’t really think about what you actually say. Don’t drain me with boring facts, but don’t expect me to tell you everything. Keep it to something that interests us both, without being to personal, and you might be getting me as a friend soon. One step at a time.

Godset: En erindring

Mange juleaftner og sommerferier i min barndom er blevet tilbragt på Godset, min farmor og farfars tidligere hjem. Dette er ikke ment som noget særligt sentimentalt, men bare lidt billeder og tekst, så stedet aldrig bliver gemt og glemt (hvilket godt nok jeg tvivler på).


På højre side af denne grusvej, der altid får bilen til at bumle når man kører på den, er en mark. Somme tider er den dækket af blomster, somme tider af får. Jeg må ærligt indrømme, at mere præcist kan jeg ikke beskrive den mark, selv efter utallige besøg. På venstre side er der en mark jeg har stiftet et lidt nærmere bekendtskab med. Den har jeg og min søster vandret igennem op til flere gange, hver eneste december. Det er juletræsmarken, og den er forbundet med både minder og traditioner fra den kolde årstid.

Hoveddøren på Godset

Hvis man vender sig om fra forrige billede, og går lidt til højre, er det her hvad man ser. Som mindre brugte jeg aldrig denne dør, og blev overrakset hver gang der var nogen der gjorde det. Derfor ville jeg tøve lidt med at kalde den hoveddøren, selvom jeg tror, at det var intentionen.


Noget af det foregående må jeg nok tage i mig igen, for den dør blev flittigt brugt til hurtigst muligt at komme ud til kirsebærtræet. Hvert år lige når kirsebærrene blev modne, ville man kunne finde samtlige medlemmer af familien, på skift i gang med at ribbe træet for de røde bær – gang på gang med en gevaldig mavepine som resultat. Dog husker jeg som helt lille at tøve lidt med at indtage træet. Min tøven skyldtes aldrig bærrene, der ikke fejlede noget, men derimod de summende bistader lige ved siden af. Mange år, og et par enkelte bistik, har det taget mig at acceptere biernes tilstedeværelse. Dette har nok skyldtes en god blanding af kirsebærsult, og den større medlidenhed der blev udvist for den døde bi, end for mig og mit bistik. Forståeligt nok, for uden bier, ingen honning.


Skævt billede eller ej, så ser drivhuset lige så idyllisk ud som det altid gjorde. Placeret lige udenfor køkkendøren, er det et meget benyttet sted. Det har lagt hus til både tomater, kyllinger og regnsky mennesker der insisterer på aftensmad i det grønne. Altid duftende, og til tider forfærdeligt varmt, er det en lige så essentiel del af huset som køkkenet selv.


Her er huset set fra sin bedste side efter min mening. Man får både staudebedet, terassen og huset med. De utallige blomster til venstre synes altid at blomstre, i forskellige farver efterhåden som årstiderne skifter. Med dem i baggrunden, virker det at sidde på den ujævne stenterasse som det rene paradis. Ikke at der er noget i vejen med stenene, andet end at de i sommermånederne ofte er dækket af gåselort.


Ikke nok med den ene skønne terasse, findes også gården. På en solrig sommerdag er gården det absolut varmeste sted, da det er helt vindstille. Jeg husker ikke hvor mange gange jeg har skoldet mine bare lår på det sorte træ, eller spist en efterhånden godt lunken leverpostejmad.

Gæs og ænder

Indhegningen ovenfor, var hjem til en flok med gæs og ænder. Min søster gjorde altid et stort nummer ud af at undgå gæssene, der kunne være noget så frække med at nappe i bare tæer.


Med en knirkende dør og et koldt stengulv, har svinehuset aldrig været mit yndlingssted, men der er noget ved duften af det kolde rum på en sommerdag, der altid greb mig. Det var nok egentlig mest det, at det var dejligt velkendt.


Herinde findes hønsene. Som lille husker jeg at min kusine kastede sin træsko efter den nærgående hane, når vi var inde i indhegningen. Da jeg senere gjorde hende kunsten efter, blev det ikke just godt modtaget. Altså, hverken af hanen eller de andre der var med mig inde i indhegningen.


Ikke ligefrem et billede der viser særligt meget om selve grunden, men bare en måde man kan vide hvem der boede der. Spand og skovl er selvfølgelig flyttet med, så min farmor og farfars nye sted, minder skræmmende meget om Godset. Dette skyldes ikke kun spand og skovl (selvfølgelig), men det at det er dem der bor der.


Køkkenhaven er et projekt jeg altid har beundret dem for at holde ved lige, på grund af dens helt enorme størrelse. Selv køkkenhaven i den nye have skal nok blive imponerende, når det engang bliver sommer igen.


Gyngestativet har jeg ikke brugt siden jeg var lille, så det er ikke det største savn. Minderne er nok bedre end oplevelsen af at gynge igen ville være. Hvis det giver mening.


Dette var, og er sikkert stadig, et helt fantastisk sted, som i lang tid har været tæt forbundet med min farmor og farfar. Dog må jeg indrømme, at efter jeg har set dem istandsætte et nyt, dog langt mindre, hus med have, føles det som om de altid har været her. Når først jeg har lært hele den lille grund at kende, tror jeg, at det sted vil blive mig ligeså kært som Godset. En skønne dag kommer der måske også en hyldest (helst ikke erindring) der omhandler Lillegården?

Yes, these are all just normal thoughts to me

This all popped into my head while I was attempting to draw. Somehow this makes more sense to me than if it was three times as long. Which is normal, I guess. Or not. Who knows. Don’t take this too seriously, if this is not your thing.

She was so quiet that she could hear, not only her own but others thoughts

How could anyone know anything about her when she did not?

The more she thought, the less sense it made

They had the best relationship. Until he found someone else, and she realized that it had never been.

Because she hated conflict, she became a problem-solver

The less they knew, the more she could surprise them

People understood what she said, but it was not what she meant


Amsterdam adventures

I gave my sister a trip to Amsterdam for her 18th birthday. Win-win situation for me, as I got to go with her. We went away this Monday, and came back yesterday. We have done so much, and yet so little. We have seen a lot of tourist attractions, but far from all of them. But I took some pictures (and my sister did as well) to show here.

We flew to Amsterdam from Copenhagen on Monday morning. It was a short flight, so we arrived around 10:30 at the central station in Amsterdam. After dumping our baggage at our AirBnB place, we took of to the zoo. We were still totally lost, and while walking along the zoo outside the fences, I was sure we could not get in. But of course we did. The place is called ARTIS, and is apparently both a zoo, a botanical garden and an aquarium. No complaints there. The part about the botanical garden made the place so much prettier than the average zoo, and they somehow managed to make even the fences look pretty. One of the reasons may have been, that the fence in many cases was water. Water instead of fences, is funny enough not a surprise in a city like Amsterdam, as it is basically made of canals. Sadly enough, I forgot to bring my camera to the zoo. I did have my phone though, and managed to snap a few pictures, which was extremely necessary as we bought poffertjes (Google it).

Artis pumpkins

As the two spoiled kids we are, we bought pizza for dinner that day. The explanation was how tired we both were, which definitely was true. We went to bed at 8 pm every day on that trip… It did cause some good though, as we needed the energy for the next day. We rented bikes as soon as the store opened at 10 am. We both love riding bikes, so it got the mood on a whole different level. The bikes were yellow, which was also a plus.

Yellow bike

We went into the biggest park in Amsterdam, called Vondelpark. I think we drove around for a couple of hours, because suddenly it was lunch time. Well, it probably wasn’t a surprise it took us that long, as we are easily distracted. By trees. And ducks. And flowers. We are pretty silly most of the time on holidays, and this was no exception. We were quite healthy in our choice of lunch (salad), which we ate on a wet bench. We tried to make it a cute little “oh we are just eating this delicious salad”-setting, but really we were just cold and wet. But that does not matter if the company is good right?

That day, we also went to the Albert Cuyp Market, as you can see in the background of the picture below. In front of it is a cute café, where we didn’t actually eat. This was just moments before it started raining. And it did rain a lot. We dried ourselves in Starbucks, because they have WiFi…


That day we also went shopping, and handed in the bikes early. Dinner was consumed at a nice Italian place, where the waiter called us ladies, and captured my heart just like that. Oh boy, I love to be called a lady.

The next day was also meant for shopping, but that was all right with us. We spent the first half of the day spending money, and went on as we ate lunch. We had Dutch pancakes, one savory and one sweet. To share. I think the savory was with salmon and avocado (yes please) and the sweet was with apple crumble and ice cream. This might be the reason, why we walked all the way to the Rijksmuseum afterwards. Both that museum and the modern art museum was free for children (18 and below) which was great.

Beside the pancakes

Oh yeah, that day we also went in a Ferris wheel, and saw Amsterdam from above. That was amazing. We also had Italian for dinner once more.

Ferris wheel view

The last day, we had to carry all of our stuff around, which made it quite hard to get anything done. I had ordered an Open Boat Tour, which apparently was a private tour in a little boat. Just me, my sister and a lovely Dutch lady. It lasted for 75 minutes, and she told us a lot about the city. For example that the houses are so narrow because when they were build, you payed for the piece facing outwards. They also lean forward a bit and have a hook just below the roof, to make it easier to move stuff in and out. If they lean to the sides however, it is the result of building houses on a swamp. On wooden poles. She also told us the names of the canals, but I have forgotten those. We also talked about the drug laws in Holland, the politics and also the history. It was all really interesting.

Boat tour

The rest of the day was spent waiting for our flight home. We had loads of fun, and giggled most of the times. We also had tiny sisterly discussions, but that was nothing compared to the amount of new exciting stuff we did. Go to Amsterdam if you like water, rain, unique shops, beautiful houses, umbrellas and friendly people. As the lady in the boat said, please don’t do it just for the drugs. That is not fun for the people living there. Instead, embrace all the little cute places and open your eyes for the city’s culture.

Hope you enjoyed the little insight in our trip to Amsterdam, and that it inspired you a bit.

Going home

I could change the name of my blog

Well… it has been a while! It is not that I haven’t written anything, but I have deleted it all again, because it just wasn’t right. So! Now it is, and I am publishing my first blog post after I moved house. Or to say it right, after I moved from house to apartment. To be precise, I now live on 5th floor. That’s why I thought, that I totally could get away with changing the name of my blog to  “The view from fifth floor”, because moving all the way up here has definitely changed my perspective. Which is why I find it appropriate for me to even write a blog – I see things from a  different perspective than so many others. But I guess most people do that…


Anyway, moving all of my family’s crap from a quite big house to a rather small apartment was pretty strange. We have cleared out more stuff than I could ever imagine, but it has been worth it. Even though I feel like every empty space in my room has been filled with more stuff than what it actually could fit, it works. Having a smaller space and lesser stuff is good. I have come to a point, where I could take almost every little object in my room, and argue why I left it there. I guess that is good?

Clothes rack

Not only do we have less indoor space, we have also moved from a small town to the city of Copenhagen. The Copenhagen package included noise, no ventilation and loads of stairs, but it also means a roof terasse with amazing sunsets, everything just around the corner, and people everywhere. Wait. Is people everywhere really good? Nah, sometimes it is frustrating and tiring, but sometimes it is good. It is good when you crave company and conversations, or a helping hand every now and then. Which you do. Even though I catch myself complaining about the crowded streets, I also find that I grow for every day I spend in the crowd. I learn how to let them in when I want to, and shut them out if I need to.


Okay, so that was it for now, I will return with an update on the categories on the blog, where I might change a few things… Next week, I will hopefully also be posting something, as my sister and I are going to Amsterdam for a couple of days!