So… is it Christmas yet?
October went by too quickly. It didn’t really seemed like it was going by too fast but when I noticed it was almost gone. That is nice. I like November. I like the cold, the short days, the warm coats and the scarfs that look like blankets. It’s my season. ‘Tis the season to be jolly. November has that wonderful almost Christmas flavour.
I get, I get it. It’s too soon for that. But a girl can hope. I tend to like November, I don’t think this one will be an exception, the big part of why I like this particular month is because it the one that leads up to Christmas. And I really freaking love Christmas. So bare with me, while I wait for it to be socially acceptable to put the decorations on.
But now, about October. I can’t recall anything particularly different about the past month, other than the fact that summer days made a huge comeback. It couldn’t be autumn soon enough. In retrospective, October was really good actually. I had pancakes with one of my favourite humans, breakfast with another; met family for lunch for more than one occasion; had friends over for dinner; hosted a games night; the fun socks made a comeback and I wrote a ton in here.
The only thing that really stings about October was the fact that I bought a book I ended up hating. I also got a bit disappointed at how relived I was that half of the staff at work left. That was a first for sure. Either way, October is settled. And although it was good, it’s nice that it’s gone.
1. First summer…2. … then autumn.3. Flowers at the dinner table.4. Mornings rituals at home.5. Cute socks.6. Mornings rituals not at home.7. Pancakes and talks.
If august lasted forever, September went by in a blink. And it’s a good thing it did. I couldn’t bare it if it was longer.
September has always been kind. At least from my previous experiences. It is not much of a month actually, it has always been a feeling. A fresh start. Renewed energies.
Well, 2018 tried really hard to prove me wrong.
At first, with the never ending summer. I couldn’t bare any more days of heath, my autumn mode is full on and the weather just doesn’t seem to keep up. The leaves have started to fall, but the sun refuses to do so, and it keeps shining down on us like it’s trying to teach us a lesson. Maybe it is.
Then, the mood.
I don’t know if it is the long lasting heath that’s throwing me off my game, but september was hard to get by. But like all bad
and good things, it ended. Hopefully I’ll manage to drown my sorrows in the rains to come.
So there’s that. Hopefully October brings the cold out. Can’t get over this lack of coziness.
1. Afternoon delights.2. Sweet mornings.3. Walks with friends.4. Up there.5. Bad drinks, good talks.6. Autumn wishes.
August went, and went, and went. It dragged it self for so long, we managed to fit all four seasons in it. August lasted for so long, that it is still august as I begin to write this post. That’s right, the month hasn’t ended, but I’m done with it already. I’m calling it a day with august, I can’t take it any longer.
With autumn comes change and I need a little bit of that.
Now, to be fair to august, it wasn’t terrible. I was hoping to get an escape, and I got a visit from some old ghosts instead.
Remember last month, when I said August brings Paris in his sleeve, and that can only be sweet. – Well, that’s not untrue. Although Paris was sweet, I was bitter.
The worst part wasn’t that I didn’t knew how to handle myself for a little bit there, the worst part was not remembering how I overcame these unpretty feelings the last time.
August stung even on the very last day. I can only hope September brings a little bit more peace.
Sweet vandals, an all time favourite.Everyday sights.Writing on receipts.Late nights.Reflections, a classic.Easy mornings.Lost pages.Paris, mon amour.
It’s not difficult to be 25. It’s not quite exciting either, but I don’t feel on the verge of a collapse and that can only be positive. I’m still fine, I’m still myself. And I am the girl I always wanted to be at 25. Ten years ago, when I though about cool girls in their twenties, I would have pictured someone in quite similar circumstances to mine, and I would dare to hope someday that would be me. Looking back, I must admit, it was quite more glamorous to dream about it than it is to become it.
I’m not unhappy though.
July didn’t felt like a crisis at all. It went by smoothly and it was a little bit more nostalgic than what I would have liked it to be, but it was expected, I guess.
With that being said, August brings Paris in his sleeve, and that can only be sweet.
An all time favourite: flowers at home.
Birthday pancakes with the best.
Soaking up the sun.
Morning reads and coffee.
June, the last full month before my quarter of life crisis.
I can barely recall June, nothing really happened this month and that’s not a bad thing. It doesn’t mean it’s a good thing either… Besides having breakfast and lunch at the same spot several times a week, life has been pretty uneventfull. To be fair to June, the month was filled with good conversations, it seems that when life doesn’t give you lemons, you talk about making lemonade. From sunday afternoons at the beach to week mornings at the same old cafe, passing by late nights at cool new places, June was chatty.
I don’t normally mind the slow pace and similar days, it might be that my life crisis is approaching, but the fact that I can’t single out an even from the past month stings a little.
I wish life was a bit more that a quick succession of busy nothings. But then again, if it was, I would probably still be here, writing about being unsatisfied, as I often do.
Summer is also struggling to arrive, every other day it rains and the sun only comes out quite shyly. And I like winter, just not in summer.
June was also poor when it comes to pictures, so I don’t have that many photos to share here. May July bring sunnier days and more inspiration.