A small story inside a very big year
Hello my dear ones.
Here we are again.
Life has been… intense lately.
Three weeks ago I was in Berlin.
Last week in Copenhagen.
This week in Milano.
And tomorrow I fly back to Berlin.
That has been my year since it started.
Life feels really good lately.
Like something inside me finally stopped resisting itself.
I want to tell you the story of the three kiwis.
But first, let me invite you inside the chaos.
Right now I am going to Berlin for a module I am taking there, about gender discrimination in science. @TU Berlin
At the same time, I’m expanding one of my businesses.
Building a second one.
Working — a lot — on all the things that keep my world moving.
And finishing my thesis.
And looking for apartments in Berlin.
And Copenhagen.
And well… Milano.
Don’t worry.
All of this chaos makes perfect sense in my head.
You’re welcome to step inside it for a moment.
I will be moving to Berlin for a few months.
But then I’ll come back to Milano for one full month — which is why I’m also looking for a small studio here.
Just in time for my graduation.
Pff…
What a beautiful moment that will be.
My group of friends has started graduating.
The first one finished in November.
Most of them are graduating now in March.
And the rest of us will finish in July.
This education was intense.
But honestly — I would do it all over again.
Just maybe… not immediately.
Right now I want to graduate and give my brain a little silence from academic thinking.
Berlin will be a different kind of learning.
Work.
Techno.
Movement.
Techno.
& mastering my DJ craft.
From September I’m planning another shift.
Looking for an apartment in Copenhagen.
Or maybe Rome.
Copenhagen will probably remain my main home — so I’m already watching apartments there.
If something appears sooner, I might just take it.
But there’s another small dream forming.
Living one month in Rome.
September would be perfect.
First Sardinia — remember? The private island. Sei straniera.
And then maybe Rome.
Drinking coffee in the mornings.
Looking at the Colosseum like it’s just another building in my neighborhood.
Before returning to my beloved Scandinavia.
It probably sounds like I’m rich.
I’m not.
Just crazy.
Very ambitious.
Restless in a way that feels natural to me.
For me, “impossible” has always sounded more like a challenge.
People keep saying this is the year of Aries.
So I decided to embody it completely.
To ride this year with everything I have.
And honestly — I’m doing so much better lately.
Sleeping.
Resting.
Training.
Taking care of the small things that actually hold life together.
Writing less, though.
When you spend the whole day writing a thesis, the last thing you want is to open another document and write more.
But it’s just a phase.
I give myself time.
Still — the fire is there.
Plans.
Movement.
Excitement.
It feels really, really good.
What looks like chaos to many people
is actually the place where I feel most alive.
I don’t know how to be different.
And honestly, I don’t want to.
Once I chose this path, I knew I would follow it.
Until I feel that I have lived enough.
Until the dreams inside me have had a chance to exist outside my head.
Until I have tried the things that called my name.
So for now, the map looks like this:
Milano.
Then Berlin.
Then Copenhagen again.
From May I move to Berlin.
In June, back to Milano.
July — living under the sky at festivals.
August — Berlin again.
September — Sardinia and Rome.
October — Copenhagen.
And now we arrive to the most important part of the story.
The three kiwis.
My fridge was empty.
But I had five kiwis.
So I took them with me to Copenhagen.
I ate two there.
And came back with three.
Now I travel again.
So tomorrow… the three kiwis are coming with me to Berlin.
Small witnesses of a year that is moving faster than I ever imagined.
And once again, I will say the line that always feels true.
I love my life.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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