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Hurricane

April is stormy and passes by in a haze. My fear of being hurt and abandoned prevails. Lines and lines of squished words fill my notebook. The smaller and unreadable, the better. To avoid people reading it accidentally. I write during classes, boring speeches, lunch break, in the bus. The notebook is almost full. I wish the void within me could be filled as easily. The words don’t make a lot of sense, but I write as much as I can, hoping that a flash of genius would...

Lost Melancholy

October 2015 The wintery autumn night catches me by surprise. I cycle home after a stressful afternoon of babysitting. It’s shortly after 7pm, but the sky is already tinted in a shade of rich dark blue. The air I inhale feels like peppermint in my lungs. The sight of the lonely streets lit by yellowish street lamps fills me with melancholy and my heart aches for the heartfelt music of Keane, my favourite band I’ll probably forever relate with sad autumns and nostalgic winters....

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365 Project – Week 3

Last week was very emotional. Seven days full of tears and stress, but also happiness and laughter. Saying goodbye to my love, meeting my new classmates, seeing my old friends.. I think the photos reflect the rollercoaster very well. Also, I’m heading to my room in Lucerne this evening! I haven’t met my roommates (nor have I seen my room) yet so I’m quite curious how everything will unfold. Life’s an adventure, and I love it. I hope you’ve had a lovely weekend...

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365 Project – Week 2

Hello my loves, I’m sorry I’m so late with this post! The last days were crazy. I spent my last days in Uruguay with my love, traveled 26 hours back to Switzerland and university has finally started! Of course I’m going to elaborate on everything in another blogpost, for now I just want to share the pictures of the second week with you :) As before, I’ve been uploading the images on Facebook, Instagram and Flickr and it’s like a visual diary. If you...

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Arriving

Montevideo is bigger than I remembered and the rain has been falling almost continuously since my arrival a couple of days ago. It’s cold, it’s wet, it’s grey. People hurry to get to their destination, focused on the path before them. I long for the familiar streets of Mercedes, the town where I suffered loneliness and consuming self-doubt – but also found love and friends. The first week, I hardly leave my boyfriend’s room. I can’t believe it. I thought I had...