I know I'm not on here anymore and maybe no one is ever going to read this, but I just clicked on my tumblr app by accident and thought I'd share just a little of how I'm changed and still changing. A lot of time has passed since I shared more details of my life and since then, I had to learn some hurtful lessons but also am happy and proud of many things that happened, I finished my Bachelor's degree with honors, for example. I moved in with my boyfriend. I spent a month in south east asia. I'm working two jobs at uni. I'm in the middle of my Master's and proud of many of the papers I work on. I started working out three times a week. I challenged myself to spend more time with uni people and made more friends. I am becoming more and more independent, not missing my school life at all anymore. I do my own laundry, I listen to podcasts, I drink oat milk cappuccinos. Yet, I am very sad about the fact that I don't write anymore. I just don't. The habit has just slowly faded and now I don't know how to start it again. I mean, I tried, maybe two or three times over the course of the past months but without exercise you get worse. I don't know. Maybe I can overcome this and start writing again or maybe I should be content with the feeling of having formulated a good argument instead of a good story. I'll see where it takes me, I'll randomly check tumblr again in a year and look back on this post.
