Thoughts in the void

There is a thing that I have had on my mind for a while now. When I moved to Germany with my mom, we lived in the same household until I was 27 years old. I will be writing about what it was like to live with my parents in another post, but the reasons why I took so long to move out pretty much circle around finances, language barriers and navigating life in a new country not being something very easy, especially for my Romanian mom and later her partner too.  My parents are quite simple people who don't really do much apart from working and stressing over everything. Living with them meant that I became just like them. I would freak out about every little thing, be anxious all the time and make fun of anything that was atypical of me. "Oh you are out there climbing mountains or crocheting? Pfff I would never do something like that! Just buy a blanket or go sit by a lake or something". To that now I say "who asked?" Why would I just discourage people from doing ...

Ma main me fait mal... or in normal English, my hand hurts today because I used it intensively for like probably a total of five entire minutes. I know what you're thinking and you should get your head out of the gutter because God is watching you read this very post and is already judging your for it... or maybe (singular-)they are judging me for this post.  The reason why my hand hurts today is because I decided to do something that I do not regularly do anymore. Back in the day, when I was a young child (shout out to all old children?!),  I would always be caught with this thing in my hand (you're helpless...) that I believe was or is still called a pen . I would use it a lot in school, at home, in the park, everywhere, to write something down, kind of like I am doing it now on my blog, but less fast and using fewer fingers and even fewer hands. Although, now that I think about it, when I type on my phone, I actually use fewer fingers now! Wow, take that, school!  I ac...

Greetings from Balconia! Today is Monday and I have a day off because it is a public holiday in Germany. Since I had not planned on going anywhere on my three-day weekend, I started thinking about what to do at home. It was going to rain, and it did most of the time. On Saturday I was going to babysit my parents' dog because my mom and her partner were going out for her birthday, which I was happy to hear about because they never go out anywhere. I love being at home. I love having a day or two where all I can do is relax and enjoy being in the moment. I love waking up whenever I want to, making myself some breakfast and tea or coffee and just enjoying it on the balcony forgetting about time and responsibilities.   That is usually the plan, but I have lived enough days as an adult to realize that my weekends are never this relaxing. I usually wake up earlier than I would on a work day, I try to sleep in some more and then once I am finally awake, I start thinking about all the thin...

 Hi! Another Sunday, another internal pressure to post something! Even though currently I am not thinking about this because I have been busy becoming more stable on my bike , there is something that I have had on my mind and wanted to write about. I was born in 1994 in Romania and spent all of my childhood and teenage life there. From what I remember life was pretty simple back then. Most people would get their milk and other dairy products from the market or from the "milk man" that everyone knew and trusted. The market is still real, but I don't know how good it is still is. Most people went to the corner shops across the street for their groceries where one would simply wait in line, tell the clerk through a small window what they wanted and then pay in cash and leave. In most shops, however, you would be able to walk in and look at what you want before waiting in line and telling the employee to get you what you want. I still remember this corner building by my apart...

 Hi there! Note: I have not proofread any of this and I will probably correct it later, but anyway... here it comes! I was actually planning on writing about why I don't like the way the internet is nowadays, or rather how we interact with content, but I don't feel like talking about that, so instead I decided to talk about my biking adventures... Back in Nepal where... ok nevermind. I am not THAT adventurous, however after 30 years of being unable to ride a bike, I finally learned how to do it. I found a nice course that helped me learn and it was such a good course that after 4 hours we were all able to ride the bike pretty confidently.  The course began by all of us introducing ourselves and saying what we expected from the course. Some people wanted to just be able to go on small bike tours with their kids while other people wanted to use their bikes to commute or just be able to go to more places without relying on their cars. The course took place on the grounds of where...

When I started this blog, I had no plans for it. Actually, I was even considering just writing nonsense sometimes, which I believe I have successfully done  here . I had no plans for when to post things, what to post or if I should focus on one specific topic more than on the other.  Today I decided to search for blogs and see if I was able to find any personal blogs that are still active and I found  Ye Olde Blogroll . There are plenty of blogs on this website that are still active and that I will be checking out. I actually did read a few posts on one blog that completely resonated with me and sort of inspired me to think about mine for a little bit. What do I want to do here? I want to gather my thoughts, create my own space and just exist in the void. I want to write things down and be able to refer to them. I want... I don't know what I want. However, I think a little bit of structure and planning would do me some good, so I've decided that I am going to try to write...

 Yo! I am planning on writing more on my computer and I think I may upload some stuff in here too! Now that I have no feed on Youtube and I do not have any other addictive platform on my phone, I am thinking of just looking stuff up and writing down notes or my thoughts about it.  I have also kinda been consuming French content for beginners so I am also considering doing something for that. Writing conjugations, explaining grammar to myself, dunno. Just doing stuff for the sake of it! I have also been thinking of playing with creating my own language, but in a more structured and linguistically accurate way. Instead of just consuming media on my phone, I will whip out my laptop, watch stuff, save the video or at least the link to it, write about it, think about it, hate on it, love it and just "create" as I go along. I feel like creating stuff all the time, but I don't know what. I am not very handy, cooking and baking simply goes away in 5 minutes, either because it goe...