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So I am sitting on campus and made the decision to skip a class that contains knowledge I basically already have. A waste of time then. Instead I sit on one of the dark wooden benches in the hallway and wasting time my own way by the big impressive (and maybe a little pretentious) windows of the main university building. Rain and sun coexist like in April, but the fact that it’s already October makes me feel like I have to do same reflecting on the past weeks. It’s been a while since I posted here. For the first time in four years I spent the summer and autumn in Berlin and I actually enjoyed it. The smell of yellowish leaves soaked in rain and the early evenings remind me of school days as a kid. Especially those early morning walks to school, still dark, a joyful sign that Christmas wasn’t so far along.

Last year this time I was living a timeless life without season or routine or anything actually comparable to now. Surfing, driving and trying to find my way into a culture I dont belong to. I miss those days, where nothing was planned because in the end of the day plans were changed anyways and unexpected situations ruled the day. Now it is the opposite. My tiny black pocket calendar is full of todo’s and schedules and trainings. Even plans with friends need to be planned in advance. But as much of a planner I might seem to others – I miss that kind of freedom where just coming over was a thing. Pass by, stop for coffee and a chat – and maybe a cigarette. Sometimes inviting or being invited to go somewhere, or to stay to eat together. Other times taking the road again and keep on driving until something interesting caught me.

This year – when reflecting the past weeks – I realize I spent a lot of time sitting in trains and taking care of family stuff – sometimes upsetting, sometimes comforting. Speaking of comforting: I also went to Italy with friends and realized that vacation with a big messy group can be fun too (if it’s done right). I turned 24 in the middle of those savannah-like-hills of Sardinia with an ocean view and slightly drunk dancing friends around me. And also: I’ve been dating casually but continuously through the summer and somehow feeling refreshingly unbothered about my love life. Sometimes it’s a good thing to not overthink on guys I guess.

That was summer of ’24. Twoandahalf months are left until ’25 and I am back working at the auctionhouse and noticing how much I actually love my job. Sitting between paintings and writing about them. Proofreading and filing some artists work. Unpacking paintings and going to the library to do research. And even discovering some fake art we better not be selling. Classes have started as well – some seem boring and too social for me, others get me excited (like Arabic class).

Ok, my tea pot is empty and my current novel is waiting to be read. Stay cozy and bye!