February for me is a special month because I’m spending its entirety in Norway. It’s been almost two weeks since I came here, but I already have a lot of pictures. Enjoy!
Without a certain destination can one discover something new. Or just breath for a moment on a break during the afternoon walk.
Something that we never really see, like we don’t see love, hate or kindness. We don’t physically see pain, but when it gets us, we crawl in bed. It’s all there, in the head.
There are certain things in life that can make one fall hard to the point there’s no more confidence left. Sometimes we lack it from the beginning. How to get up from there and is it possible?
Have you ever left a country with a feeling you’re leaving something more than just a piece of land with its own flag? I came back to that. Short-term, but hello Norway!
So I wrote a little poem. Enjoy.
Sometimes whole month passes by without anything significant happening, sometimes it’s just a couple of days worth remembering.
First of all: sorry for my absence. I’ve been visited by my partner quite unexpectedly, so couldn’t follow the schedule. But anyway: here’s a part two of the travel series “9 days in Slovenia”. Enjoy! Continue reading “9 days in Slovenia .”
As I mentioned one or two times, from the end of December I was in my partners’ motherland, which is Slovenia. 9 days is quite a lot of time, so I don’t know how I will condensate everything. But here’s a part first of my trip. No more rambling, let’s go to Slovenia!
Before starting my last-year-rambling let’s say hello to old readers and to those who recently joined – this year will be as good (I mean rich with posts) and hopefully better than previous one (however, I don’t how it’s even possible). Within every month there will be links to already existing posts about things or travels that happened so you can check more closely. Enjoy! (be prepared that it’s a long, long post).
There are days when you don’t know where to go, but you don’t want to head home. When you take a longer walk than usual.
Sometimes comes the day when you go home, to your family home, to the place you spent most of your life (if you’re in the twenties like me). This time came for me, and it’s the best time of the year: Christmas.
After all those serious topics it’s time for another Blogmas. Beside lo-fi it shall be one cover from Michael Buble “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” because it’s so cozy, jazzy and snowy I just can’t resist. Here’s my little Christmas lo-fi list.
My Blogmas isn’t typical Blogmas you would expect from a blogger. I neither have it for 24 or 25 days nor will I write about typical Christmas-around subjects. Of course, some of them might be, well, in a festive spirit, but I will try to reach something different. Because how much similar content is out there anyway? (photo above taken by my lovely boyfriend).
We all do mistakes. Sometimes we start reading a book or watch television, while we should have been writing the book we always wanted to write. Or we paint our nails when we should wash dishes. Those are small things of course, but just an example of badly set priorities.
Big subject. It’s terrifying for me to even think about writing about this when there’re so many good posts and articles about that already. However, every person has a unique perspective on that and that’s what I want to share here. Perspective.
After a night shift, waiting for a bus. For some reason, I felt like writing a poem, so I did it. Because why not? This time I put also Polish, as it is the original version.
Have you ever come to a point where your life from a few years ago feels so different like it was another person who lived it? Or one day you just realize something really, really important: that you have just matured, and that’s it.
Do you sometimes ask yourself if you’re doing enough? Probably constantly, if you’re like me, always trying to be productive, best version for myself and for the others. Have you ever asked yourself if, maybe, you’re doing too much though?
Here’s a short poem about how much and why. I miss Norway.
If you’re reading my posts regularly, you got to know that I came back to my motherland. Not because of my sorrow, homesickness or anything bad, just to finish what I started: higher education. Here is my try to picture Poland from my perspective in a quite different way.
Sometimes we all need rest. We work, study, go to the gym, cook, take care of ourselves and the others, all the things that fill up our time. But, from time to time, it’s good to sit down with tea and listen to some jazz.
A city of wide and spread underground, thousands of different stops and lines and a city of cold, concrete architecture. I and my partner went to Berlin.
You wake up. It’s a sunny day, birds are singing but you wish you could be anywhere else, doing something else. Or be someone else. You have a bad day.
I did a diary post once, in June. You can check it here. However, this time quite different one, because from Poland. I usually have no inspiration to write diaries, but when there’s occasion and will, I do it. It’s not much, but a couple of thoughts. Enjoy!
We have finally come to the last part of my trip, thank god. I think six is a good number, and I could make seven of them, but decided to combine the last two days since the traveling back one is neither long nor exciting. For previous parts, look here: , , , , , [Ibiza]. Enjoy!
Imagine a sound that never gets boring. Colorful animation, jazz, and rap vibes chill out. Whole collections of music that is far from negative. I present you lo-fi.
There are a few ways I could put those thoughts in, but it’s quite hard when they’re not visibly connected. So here’s a post-bucket to contain everything that been on my mind lately.
If you haven’t seen the previous post it’s here. Before you start reading: I’m currently having a visit from my partner here in Poland, so this post is way more condensed and shorter (another explanation at the end). However, Ibiza one shall be long and picture-full, so don’t worry. Enjoy!
I left Norway. Not for long, for some months, to finish my education in Poland. But if there’s anything to say about that is that’s extremely hard. Period.
My last days in Norway weren’t spectacular, because my whole stay in Norway was more than amazing. It was just cozy, melancholic and way too sad for me to handle. But it had to happen one day so it did happen. Of course I’m coming back to Norway, but for now, I have to go.
We’re busy. We have work, school, food to cook, clothes to wash. And then we go to bed and we can’t sleep because someone didn’t call us when we wanted. Because we suddenly feel sad at some words we have heard. Then we fall asleep and the cycle goes again.
Before I will jump into the subject: I have quite a big dilemma. The number of pictures I have and things to tell about what happened is too much so I will make four or five parts of this (haven’t decided yet). First one and this one is already up, there will be few more from Mallorca and last one from Ibiza, where we went during our stay. Maybe in between, I will post some other type of post, I will see.
It’s almost ridiculous how much you can change in one year. Your view on life, relationships, money, religion. Everything can be changed. So did I.
I mentioned previously that I went to Spain, to Palma de Mallorca (also to Ibiza, but this later), and I have quite a lot of material from there, both travel journal and photos. It’s hard to fit 7-8 days in one post, not even in two so I will divide it into parts. This is the beginning. Enjoy!
How often do you find yourself unhappy and lost, comparing yourself to others or just don’t noticing what you have? We all do that.
As I mentioned in post about traveling, I’m away in Palma de Mallorca, and unfortunately I didn’t have time to schedule anything for this day. So this one won’t be too long, just couple of thoughts around the subject.
I was meant to write about this topic ages ago, but this one of those articles that takes a lot of thinking through. And for a quite long time, I didn’t have work myself, so I couldn’t even touch upon it.
We’re living in an era that’s completely possible to live your entire life in one small or big city, without leaving its borders. But why some of us refuse that facilitation and decide to cross the city and our borders?
Podcasts are, in simplest words, one, two or more people talking about a specific topic. It’s usually just audio, but more often you can find audiovisual ones, f.ex. on YouTube. But what is special about that? Sound like quite a normal thing, isn’t it?
I love minimalism. The philosophy of it, the tools it gives to everyone and the whole society around it. It’s not only about getting rid of stuff – but today I want to touch on this subject.
Nothing big. Few sunny and few rainy days, friend that visited me and short walk around Elverum and Oslo. How joyful those simply days can be though.
So I moved to Elverum lately (at the beginning of August; I should have made blog post earlier, however so much happened since the middle of July that I didn’t have “blog space” for it. You guys know I prioritize travel posts.
I have done some extremely short traveling, like less than one day in Kristiansand, or less than three days in the foreign country. But to spend one hour in Barcelona was the most minimum I have ever done.
I wrote about loneliness abroad or about loneliness in general. I wrote about not worrying, “Que sera, sera”, but what if everything falls on our head like heavy raindrops and brings us down? What if you don’t see any solution?
On a fine morning of last Saturday, I went out. I was in Våler back then, and there’s a really nice walking/cycling path to Haslemoen (and maybe further, I don’t know), so I said: why not. And I haven’t been on a lonely walk for a quite long time.