This has happened:
A little recap of the last weeks ft. photos from various phones.
Christmas is great and all, but if I'm honest I enjoy the days after even more. When you can take long walks, eat all the left overs, and read in front of the open fire, without the pressure and stress that comes with Christmas; which was exactly what I did. Oh, and I also broke my pinky toe against a door frame. It made a loud cracking noise, and I fell on the floor - crying of pain, laughing because of how comical it was. It still hurts like hell and needs to be kept taped, consequently, I walk (even more) like a penguin.
I also had my first semla of the season (and probably the only semla since it's not really a thing here in Scotland), went to the cinema with my family, and spent as much time with the animals as possible. When leaving for Edinburgh, I was heavy with a melancholy that I haven't felt since first year of uni, and I was reminded of how being homesick feels.
2015/2016 New Years was the best one in years; I was surrounded by friends, laughed until I cried, and felt loved (cheesy, but true). I watched the fireworks from the Castle on Frederick St. with Otto and Rachael, two amazing people that life brought me in 2015.
The sky explodes, and we explode with it. I kiss Otto, hug Rachael as hard as I can, and turn around just in time to see how the fireworks build up to a crescendo of glowing sparkling crackling gold that spread over the black vault until it’s completely covered in light.
It will be the year when I graduate.
And (hopefully) get accepted to a master program.
It will be the year when I (probably) move from Edinburgh, to a new, yet unknown, city.
It will hopefully be the year when I grow freckles in Italy's sun, and explore little-known lands with Otto.
I’ll read, write and photograph, just as always.
And I’m going to try my very best to keep this little place alive in the meantime. But since I know how much work that's required of me in the coming months, and as 2015 taught me the importance of just doing nothing, I won't make any promises.
The first week of 2016 (due to completely ignoring uni during Christmas) has been devoted to writing an essay with the title Pornography — men’s pleasure, women’s pain? Super interesting and I think my essay turned out okay in the end, but God, I'm so glad it's finally done. But, despite essay chaos, it's been a really good start to the year. I've spent a lot of time with Otto, cooking fancy dinners and watching great films, eating matching breakfasts and drinking strong coffee - simply doing what we do best.