Some days are perfect from the moment you wake up till you rest your tired head on the pillow and nestle down in cozy blankets.
I wake up early to bake for the first time for ages. I craved this Oatmeal Cherry Crumble Pie since I’ve seen it on my favourite food blogger’s website a couple of days ago. It finishes just in time so I get to taste some of the warm, vegan deliciousness, then I leave to meet my Romanian acquaintance. The last time we saw each other was three years ago and I’m not sure about what to expect, because he had the image of a, well, rather superficial playboy back then.
I either never knew him or he changed a lot (both is probably true). We have a great conversation and I have the feeling we might become friends soon.
Just before we part ways, he tells me something that sticks to my mind. Believe in yourself with all your heart and you’re going to succeed. Believe that you’re good, good enough for whatever you aim for. You don’t have to tell anybody about your hopes if you’re afraid that they might make fun of you. Just believe in yourself silently. That’s how I got here against all odds. And I’m doing it. It might be too late for the portfolio I handed in with a backup plan in my mind. But it’s not too late for my other dreams.
I get back before lunch, eat too much of the cherry pie, go to take care of the adorable Indian twins. We’ve had a wonderful week together and today, too, they’re being very nice and lovely. It makes me bubbling over with happiness.
Then I return to town to meet a friend I haven’t seen for a year. It’s beautiful to see each other again and not feel alienated. We’re not regularly in touch, but can still talk about anything.
In the evening, I take the train to Zurich to meet with my dear friend Milli. I can be difficult, very difficult. I know that people who spend a lot of time with me need a huge amount of patience so they don’t get crazy. It’s not understood and I’m incredibly grateful for her and my love’s support during the last few weeks.
We spoil ourselves with an expensive but delicious vegetarian/vegan dinner at Hiltl. For once, I don’t care about being thrifty. After a dessert that makes my clothes feel uncomfortably tight, we head back to our town and spontaneously decide to get a beer.
We end up in the Irish pub that holds many intense memories for me. Tears, exhaustion, curiosity, adventure. We talk for hours and I’m surprised to find out more about her. When was the last time you learnt something new about a close friend of yours?
Two acquaintances spot us and join for a chat. We squeeze together around the corner of a small wooden table. Knees, legs and arms touching. The alcohol facilitates the conversation and I’m happy to be here, I’m happy with my life and I’m happy that things are the way they are, no matter what might or might not happen in the future. Life can be wonderful.
Then, doubts slip into my mind. One of the acquaintances is a guy I wanted to make friends with few years ago. In my usual style, I made a couple of attempts before giving up. After all, it was one-sided. Today, he was the one who came up to us. Alcohol changes you. It makes you approach people you would have ignored if you were sober. It makes you care when you actually don’t.
And while I’ve gotten used to it, it still stings a bit. It’s different for me. But sometimes you just have to adapt and play the game everyone’s playing.
I carried my camera all day long, but didn’t take a single picture to document my day. That’s definitely something I have to work on.
Instead, the photos in this post are of stunning Vanessa from Misleading Maps. We had a shoot last Monday and are planning to collaborate and venture into fashion photography together. It’s a challenge we face with lots of enthusiasm and motivation – stay tuned! :)