Time is running way too fast as usual and I'm lost between half packed boxes with summer dresses, winter coats, bonboncoloured shoes and books.
Moving to Paris tomorrow.
Do I have an appartement yet? - No.
Do I speak french very well? - No.
Do I have a plan at all? - No.
And nevertheless I'm excited as little children facing the first snow.
There will be adventures, bubbles, beautiful sights and boys, la musique et une fille prodigue.
Streetmusic, pique-niques sur la Seine et douceurs.
It will be wonderful so why am I still scared.
photography by louis dahl-wolfe.
Is everything in your life always full of bubbles, boys, beauty and sparkling?! Gosh, lucky you. In mine everything is most of all just grey...
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AntwortenLöschenOh dear, i felt the same at the beginning of this year, but it will vanish. It's vanishing already.
AntwortenLöschenTheres a line in a song, I've heard a while ago:
"Heard there isn't any way out, just one through to go (...) better walk straight..."
Thank you :*
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