Category: personal stories

Today I want to talk about setting goals for the new year and how to make sure you will actually achieve them. Besides that, I will also share my own 2021 goals with you, in case you’re still looking for some inspiration. In my Goodbye 2020 entry I reflected on the past year, which for me wasn’t a good one. To set myself (and you!) up for success in 2021, I researched how to actually achieve your goals. In this article I share the best tips with you! Read more »

2020 sucked, let’s just tell it as it is. I don’t want to waste too many words talking about the coronavirus, because – like everyone – I’m tired of it. However, not mentioning it at all doesn’t do 2020 justice either. The pandemic pretty much ruined year, for some people more than for others. Also for me, 2020 definitely wasn’t my favourite year, although it can not just be blamed on the pandemic. Here’s my honest 2020 review: a lesser year with some silver linings. Read more »

All twelve months I spent in Austria are neatly documented on here, but by now we’re seven months further in time and it feels wrong to just jump into the current reality without anything about those seven months. Besides that, this current reality of working at home and corona quarantine leaves me with enough time to do so. Keep dancing, keep safe. Read more »

I have officially been walking around on this earth for a quarter of a century. If I were a piece of clothing, I might already be vintage. Or at least retro. I celebrated it couch potato-grandma-style, by baking a pumpkin cake and petting cats. Just to reaffirm that I’m old now, you know? Anyway, here’s twenty five years for you.

• • Year 1. On a cloudy Thursday with lots of wind I entered the world, probably screaming because of the unsatisfying results of the local elections the day before. We took some family photos later that year, but I refused to cooperate and made funny faces.
  • Year 2. I got accidentally – at least in their version of the story – locked in a car on a warm summer day together with the key in front of a drugstore. Being the capable one-year old I was, I couldn’t open the door by myself, so my dad had to come home from work to ‘save’ the baby.
  • Year 3. I thought it would be super cool to play hide and seek with my mother, without telling her in advance. I hid so well that my mother thought I had run away/been kidnapped.

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Whereas job hunting for me felt like trying to catch a cheetah (you have no idea where it’s hiding and you somehow have to hunt it down), apartment hunting was more like catching a turtle. You know, turtles aren’t the fastest animals by nature, so catching one isn’t too hard. Well, then imagine that this turtle was really, really old and a bit too chubby. Oh, and lazy too. Then imagine that this turtle just appeared out of nowhere; I opened the door and there it was, taking a nap and not being aware of being caught at all. Then, once the turtle woke up, he looked at me and said “Can I stay with you?”.  Exactly, that was what it was like to find an apartment. Read more »