First of all, thanks so much for all the kindness, love, thoughtfulness, wisdom and time you put in the comments on yesterday’s post. Thank you for reading it and for respecting me & others with bipolar disease, for showing understanding and compassion. Let’s be able to talk about mental health openly without being afraid nor ashamed. Another disclaimer: I’m not able to help you if you’re suffering except for reading and sending you a loving reply, I have too much to deal with when it comes understanding, accepting and learing how to live with myself. Thanks for understanding and please, get professional help if you can.
So, let’s go back to January 2018. The beauty of the brutal Berlin winter, I really love January. Everyone is hiding at home after the crazy NYE, recovering, recharging. Friends are more likely to want to meet for a coffee in the daytime instead of binge drinking in the evenings. Love when it’s foggy, everything looks more beautiful, I think most of you agree.
Early one morning, I took the bus to Hamburg with a friend. Hamburg is lovely, should go there with Johan soon. Eat fresh fish, oysters! Stroll around, take pictures. The usual stuff.
We took the ferry and at this point I was crying, cause I had missed the sea and harbour so much. I grew up by the sea, Gothenburg was by the sea. One thing that crossed my mind the other week, is that I have always lived by a river. I still do, so fuck you sea, you’re not as important as The River.
We had so many cocktails that we missed the bus the morning after. Was OK, gave us more time to enjoy the amazing breakfast at the hotel.
2018 was the year when I took care of Peps a lot, one of the most amazing dogs I have ever met, the love I felt for her was (is) one of the strongest loves I have ever experienced.
Went to FrischeParadies, which is a great supermarket for fancy food stuff, there are a few in Berlin. You find it in different cities around Germany + one in Mallorca.
Got this canned tuna from Portugal, it was amazing.
Passing by some old Berlin, those facades are becoming fewer and fewer. I’m thinking about making a book about old Berlin (old doesn’t mean very old, but hunting down places that still haven’t been completely destroyed by gentrification before it’s too late), what do you think?
Some soup at Ramen x Ramen in my hood.
January looks good in pictures, it was pretty good. I guess I was feeling pretty numb most of 2018, though. Lost in myself, lost in Berlin, lost in my marriage, lost in most other relationships. Those were things I didn’t say online, someone asked me if I wasn’t lying to my followers, I didn’t see it as lying when posting nice pictures from my everyday life – it was to protect myself & remind myself of the good times. Back in the days, I got too many shit comments as soon as I opened up myself. This was when my blog was huge, I had no idea how big it was until after it was over, sometimes I didn’t dare to go out because people were staring and emailing me afterwards that they had seen me here and there. I feel safer now, I feel safe with you who visit (thank you).