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.