I get quite annoyed with myself when I'm doing my last shopping here and every clothing item that catches my eye are:

• For Autumn/Winter
• More art-school than future-engineer

All these nice jumpers and coats and fun t-shirts and short skirts with interesting prints or fabrics or textures. I keep having to tell myself to keep it simple and clean and smart... And then I end up in Topshop, trying out bright colored pants (totally loving it) and then realizing that I won't actually wear it back home because I'll stand out too much. And you don't want that when you're from a small town. 

Sigh. At least I save that money. 

when I get home ...

• have at least one meal with my parents every day
• cherish every single moment I finally get to spend with my boyfriend 
• spend every weekend at a beach 
• read those books I missed
• watch my cats and their lazy ways 
• catch up with the girls 
• meet Stacy and her baby girl
• shisha session with Esme 
• call whoever is in town, out for a drink 
• supper and lots of food and good company 
• to relearn the meaning of living simply 

Life has been a blur of events lately. 

Tonight, I will be spending the night on a friend's couch. Nothing that new, except that I have not been in one place for more than five days and it's been nearly a month of new surroundings and that five seconds in the morning between slumber and consciousness where I attempt to mentally psyche myself for the day ahead. Some days, better than others. 

From startled jumps on to sidewalks at the ring of gliding bicycles in Amsterdam. 

To lazy stretches while passing a bottle of wine, drunk from the bottle in Ghent. 

Then four solid days of music, pulsating all the way down to my toes in Werchter. 

Flights and trains and buses

And more, flights and trains and buses 

Tickets and queues and holding mummy's hand and looking around for dad. 

Hugs and kisses and conversations and tears. 

And I don't do very well when deprived from personal space.

Tick tick tock tock, the clock goes.

feels like spring.

Seated on the floor, I'm surrounded by books and lecture notes, skirts and t-shirts and bags, ticket stubs and receipts, rolls of film and memories packed in old shoe boxes. Accompanied by a mug of strong coffee and songs I'll forget. 

My attention span is wavering. I'm doing a bit of everything but accomplishing nothing in particular. If that makes any sense? Has that happened to you? It might just be me making up excuses for being lazy again. 

Deep breath.

Probably not the best way to make a comeback in terms of reviving this blog, but.. Daniela Andrade finally released her first EP! Bummed I missed out on the pre-order and special goodies. But glad there's finally a proper good quality version of her songs instead of a Youtube home-recording version.

Nights that have seen me lie wide awake staring at the ceiling, have been accompanied by her songs. Especially on days I'm just so tired and any hint of noise is just.. not a good idea. Can't choose a favorite cover, there are quite a few I love. But here's an original that I remember covering, in the wee hours of a winter morning sometime early last year. Stayed up to learn it cause the lyrics hit deep then. Got so caught up with it, it was almost therapy. Ended up sleeping with my guitar in hand. Haha.