remember when i said tomorrow? i meant next week.

In July i went to London for a whole week. On my own. I spent the days just walking around, walking to Hyde Park, Moorgate, Shoreditch, see some bands, get a pint or two in a pub and come home to my Hostel very very tired and very very happy. For someone who is generally quite afraid of being alone with herself i managed it well. I soaked up everything London had to offer and felt genuinely content and at ease. I think the photos show that. I squeezed in a trip to Brighton, i'll show you some photos of tomorrow. Read: next week.

Saturday.

My Saturday in Photobooth.

I finally got my hands on the third book of the 1Q84-series by Murakami. I saw it, i grabbed it (i paid) and then i read the first 30 pages straight away, whilst walking.

And while the evening progresses and plans are in the making i fill my kitchen with the smell of roasted cauliflower and the sounds of my Howlin' Wolf-compilation i picked up in Brighton.

Promise a HUGE update tomorrow with Summer and Autumn and London and Berlin and all the other Shenanigans.