Whenever someone has asked me: "How are you? What´s up with you?" over the past week my answer has been consistently the same: "Nothing." and it was glorious. I don´t think I have been this relaxed since October and so content to have absolutely nothing on my agenda, no plans, no to dos. And compared to just a few months ago I am now able to fully enjoy it, I am capable of shutting up that little voice inside of my head, that tells me that I am not doing anything, that I am lazy.
It obviously still came up, but for maybe the first time in my life I was able to say: "I literally don´t have to do anything", turned around in bed and continued to sleep. To be fair I have not done much, but sleep and watch Netflix for a majority of the past two weeks. I have slept at least nine if not ten hours a day, I finished Ru Paul´s Dragrace Allstars, Yummy Mummies and Stranger Things and just enjoyed life. While I love setting goals for myself and love pushing myself to be the best version of myself I consciously decided to not set any goals for July. It is my last month before I start working full-time and I wanted to completely relax, outside of any expectations (especially my own) or track records. Instead I fully allowed myself to do things I enjoy, eat food I love and be with people, who make me happy. And even without that pressure I still went to the gym and did Yoga and enjoyed it even more. Putting pressure on myself is one of my biggest struggles and to see, that I still take care of myself and how incredibly good it felt to just let go for a few days was wonderful.
I spent a week at my mum´s and one at my boyfriend´s, I went to Amsterdam to see my former roomie and am just now en route to Berlin to meet up with some friends before flying to Porto for a week of bliss on Sunday. But for the first time in a long time I can let go of the stress of being on the road so much and just enjoy the moment. I feel like I have found some sort of peace just within myself, that travels with me. To say that is one of the greatest successes I have had so far this year is an understatement, it may be one of my greatest achievements in my life in general. I am so excited to start my new job, to meet new people, learn new things and to be able to do so fully relaxed and eager. I hope you all are able to enjoy your summer in the same way, to live each day fully and even if you have stress to find those moments of full relaxation within you.


Bought: An intense amount of accessories in Amsterdam and still beyond in love with them.

Finished: Homo Deus, which sadly was not as good as I hope it would be

Cried: Over the finale of Stranger Things. And while I loved this season and adore all the actors I am not really sure if I am happy, they decided to do another season

Travelled: To Amsterdam for a weekend to eat great food, drink too much wine, dance to Indie music with a room of 19 year olds and catch up with an old friend

Packed: For two weeks on the road.

Wondered: If there is an amount of sleep that will actually be enough and not make me want to take yet another nap in the afternoon.

Summer is a funny time of the year. It is supposed to be completely light-hearted, made up of long days by the lake or pool or the sea followed by barbecues with friends, lots of drinks outside and dancing the night away until dawn. However for many of us, summer comes with its unique set of pressures and anxieties. The idea of a bikini or summer body can be found absolutely everywhere these days, there´s bikini body diets, workouts and detoxes all over glossy magazines, social media and TV channels. There is a clear and precise idea of which bodies should be allowed to be seen and shown in summer and which ones are shameful and deserve only to be hidden away. When we think of bikini bodies many of us share a very similar idea: that of a skinny, toned body fitting into a size small at most.


I personally have wasted an intense amount of summers and hot days hidden away inside, instead of in a bikini, precisely, because I felt I did not fit into these clear standards and measurements. During my teenage years, when my body changed from very flat-chested and skinny 14-year old to relatively curvy 16-year old I was called fat on the daily. There was a group of guys in my class, who made fun of the way I looked and they made sure I felt ugly and unworthy every day. Being fat became the worst thing I could possibly be. It became the reason I was bullied in school and why going to school was hell to me every day. So I learned that being fat was something that deserved to be shamed and laughed at and used against me, because it was inherently bad to be fat. And I deeply felt like it was ultimately my fault that I was fat, that I was simply too greedy, too lazy, too undisciplined to be skinny and that because I was not able to loose weight, that I deserved to be made fun of by others. This ideas was not only ingrained into my by the idiot boys in my class, but by the magazines I read and the shows I watched, in which diets were advertised and the popular kids were always skinny, long-legged white girls. I am no longer in high school and I no longer get called names for how my body looks, but deep down inside of me, many of these ideas persist and have a weird power over how I think and behave.

I am aware that this comes from someone, who fits into a size medium, who works out and eats healthy and has visible abs. I fulfill many of the ideals sold to us and I am aware of my skinny privilege, of how ridiculous it may sound to many that I used to feel so insecure and hateful about my body.  But the idea that our bodies are somehow wrong or false the way they are and that they are in constant and dire need of improvement, the idea that there is something inherently wrong with anybody, who is not a size 36 or who has no extra fat on their body is still promoted all across Instagram and magazines on the daily and ingrained into almost every little girl and boy out there. I can´t count how many fad diets I tried, how many times 16 year old me cried because of the way I looked or how many times I decided not to wear shorts or a dress or a bikini. Our society (despite the very honourable efforts of many) still values skinny bodies more than fat ones. And the idea, that if we are not skinny or don´t have a giant ass, tiny waist and huge tits it is our fault for lacking discipline, for not being mindful enough, for being too lazy is sold to us in a million if not billion dollar industry. That is just our lack of discipline or willingness to have the right body type. That if we just tried a little harder, worked out more and ate less we can easily achieve the ideal. It is simply our own fault, that we are too fat.

This narrative is made even worse by fitness influencers and diet gurus selling easy fixes. While we may have learned to distrust huge companies (and many of us still don´t manage to do that and still happily purchase Skinny Teas and juice cleanses), we trust the influencers we follow. We feel like they are more honest, more real and that if we just do as they do we can achieve the same results. It is almost the same as fake before and after photos, just worse because these are actual people, which we like to believe in so much more. We trust them, we follow their daily lives. And yet an intense amount of these people restrict food, work out excessively and possibly even suffer from eating disorders. Yet worse: they make money of catering to your insecurities.

With the entire society, with social media stars and huge companies selling us the idea, that we are not good enough, that we are only worthy if we look a certain way, that we need to hide away and body that does not fulfill an intense set of ideals what can we do? We can try to realise that these ideas are lies, that have been fed to us from the youngest possible age. That these lies are fed to us constantly to make us feel less than, to make us feel ashamed, to make us feel worthless so that we are willing to buy products to stop us from feeling this way, so that we are constantly occupied with something as trivial as our weight, our looks, to make money from our insecurities and self hatred. And once you can begin to understand this, you can slowly and carefully begin to work on loving yourself. Just as you are. To allow yourself to be okay with who and what you are. A little more every day.


It would be a massive lie to tell you I am happy with how my body looks. I am not. I am not sure I will ever be. Despite my best efforts, despite logically being aware that the body that was sold to me as ideal and the only one worth loving, is unattainable, I still feel like it is my personal fault, that is is because of my lack of persistence and discipline, that I do not look like the girls on cover pages or on Instagram. I would be lying to you if I would not tell you that I feel horrible when I see the number on the scale go up. I have worked out more this year than ever before. I am coming increasingly closer to be able to open a bag of chips and close it again. I am more aware of my unhealthy eating patterns, of how I am using food to cope with emotions. I am more happy to wear a bikini and tight clothes today than ever before. I am working against the idea that I am not enough, that I am less than because I do not fit into a size zero every single day. But it´s still hard for me. I still feel like I may never truly be happy if I am not skinny, whatever that means.

I may not love my body every single day. But I am not willing to leave the fucktards, who bullied me in high school or the dumb bitches on Instagram or a million dollar company selling tea, that makes you shit yourself dictate how I live my life. I am no longer willing to starve myself and over exercise for six months so that the three weeks, the weather is actually nice in Germany I can look acceptable. I am no longer willing to binge in secret while eating salad in public, to miss out on birthday dinners or cakes at the office or a chocolate bar while I am on the go just to fit a standard, that is simply bullshit.

I eat relatively healthy, but I try to do it because I feel better when I eat more nutrient dense food than chips and candy. But I also work on no longer demonising foods. On no longer looking at food as black and white, but simply as something that I enjoy and that helps me live my daily life. I try to exercise, because I largely feel better, because I feel stronger and I don´t longer have back pain, because Yoga grounds me and running is fun. And I have given up on weighing myself. Because last week I felt absolutely worthless when the number had gone up, despite people telling me I look thinner and my clothes fitting better and changed measurements I am so attached to the number on the scale for my worth, that I can´t look at it logically. I am pretty sure it will be a life-long battle and an uphill one as well, because we live in a society, that constantly tells us how we should look and how wrong it is to look completely different from that ideal.

I can´t tell you how to truly love your body, because I am not there yet. But I can tell you that it is bullshit to waste summer or days by the lake or getting a tan or enjoying the sun, because of how you look and how others made you feel about your body. Our bodies love us so fucking much. They carry us everyday, they fight against infections, heal our bruises, shed old cells and keep us breathing happy and alive. Why can´t we value them for that? Why can´t we stop beating them up for doing what makes most sense biologically, for storing a little extra fat to make it through winters and especially for women to produce babies, to make it through times when we are sick and through periods. And I feel like we should value them for this and be kind to them for the few months a year where it is warmer. I hope you rock a bikini this summer baby no matter how you look. I hope you eat loads of icecream and barbecue food and you go back for seconds, because it is damn good. I hope you have a happy, light, brilliant summer at whatever size you are. And I do truly hope you get to do that for the rest of your life. Because it truly is too short to skip out on dessert or going skinny dipping, because of some godamn dumb ideal.

I am terrible at goodbyes. Which is quite ironic, because for the last seven years of my life I have been saying goodbye constantly. To places I lived, to friends I made, to my family, to new countries.  I have been saying goodbye (and luckily hello again) to my boyfriend almost every weekend for the past four years. I am ever-moving despite the fact that I get choked up at every goodbye. I have cried after goodbyes in airplanes and trains and cars. I had a lot of practise and have still not gotten  any better at it.
Today´s goodbye is a big one. I am saying goodbye to my first big girl office job, to the first job that allowed me to finance my life with something I absolutely love, my first chance to work as a journalist. I am also saying goodbye to Cologne, a city that has welcomed me so incredibly warmly and that has been nothing but lovely over the past year and a half. And I am saying goodbye to the most amazing team of colleagues: diverse, fun, caring. Working for this radio station has been an absolute dream of mine, the internship alone was a wonderful opportunity and to be able to work here and deal with exactly the topics I am passionate about with a great team of people was almost too good to be true.
I had never guessed I would like Cologne as much. I had never imagined I would live and work here for a while in radio nontheless. And I have been quite melancholic this week to leave here. I am thrilled for my new job, it truly is the opportunity of my dreams and I am thrilled to be so much closer to home again and yet I am sad to leave. I will miss biking to work through the park. I will miss my walks in the city forest. I will miss lunch breaks with my colleagues in town. The little pastry the French café across the street gives you with your coffee. The view of the cathedral. How warm and open everyone here is.
My job at COSMO (not Cosmopolitan) has allowed me to come to work everyday and feel fulfilled. To be completely content with what I do for the first time in my life. I am so lucky to work in a field I enjoy, to have found that so early in my life and to actually make living from it and I am grateful for it everyday. And the first place I got to do that will forever be special to me. So maybe that is why I am so terrible at goodbyes: because actually I never say goodbye, just see you soon.


Packed: three months of clothes in one (in numbers 1) luggage

Read: Finished book two of the Neapolitan Saga and moved on to Homo Deus

Worked out: with a resistance band and wanted to let you know, that I am now accepting donations for the funeral of my butt

Signed: THE CONTRACT FOR MY FREAKING DREAM JOB

Talked: About journalism for the first time on my Instagram and really enjoyed it - and so did you

Ate: Almost exclusively cherries and strawberries.

Read: Currently making my way through "Uncle Tom´s Cabin". I am aware of the criticism this book receives, but I still personally think it is very interesting to see how abolitionists argued against slavery even before the American civil war.

Watched: Now that Game of Thrones is over one obviously needs to make the most of a Sky subscription. We started Chernobyl, the highest ratest series of all time and curiously published just when everyone was about to cancel Sky after GoT - weird how that works out. I like it, but I am not obsessed, while the bf is absolutely hooked.

Listened to: While spring seems to come really slowly this year - if at all - spring is always connected  to Indie Rock for me and I have been indulging in a lot of old Bombay Bicycle Club, The Wombats and good old Kate Nash.

Bought: After being beyond broke for about two months I finally got paid (yay) and got mostly basics, because apparently I am a grown up now. But I also scored two new workout outfits, which made me very very happy and sparked my motivation to work out again.

Enjoyed: Working. I still feel this intense sense of happiness and gratitude every time I get to work in journalism, especially this week with so many topics I found interesting and so many cool and funny interview partners. And obviously and forever with a great group of colleagues. So crazy to think I only have two more weeks here before I start my new job in August.

Voted: Obviously had and wanted to as a big fan of the European Union. And in what seems like forever I voted in person and not through a letter and absolutely loved seeing so many other people vote. What a special privilege we have to take part in democracy in this way.

Read: Finally got my hands on Lion, which I wanted to read eversince I saw the movie. It is still an amazing story, but the writing is not that great if you ask me.

Finished: Game of Thrones. The end of an era and the end of looking forward to Mondays. I am actually quite okay with the end, just feel like it was so intensely rushed. And bummed I won´t get to travel to Westeros again.

Watched: I feel like we (I) should be making the most of my boyfriend´s Sky subscription while he pays good money for it so in the interest of charity I am binge-watching Sex and the City. Still an amazing show.

Celebrated: Graduating with my wonderful family by my side and felt so so lucky for the people I am related to and the family I chose. And my friend´s baby party, which felt me with so so much joy.

Saw: My friends every single day, which made me SO happy.

Forgot: My key for my flat so had to head to Cologne for the day to celebrate my first ever baby party, spend the night and then head back to Göttingen. Someone get me out of trains asap.

Visited: My dad for some quality time.

In our society pushing your limits is seen as something positive, aspirational even. We are supposed to continously overcome anything that is holding us back, to push ourselves harder, to go further. Accepting our personal and emotional limitations is something we are not really trained or endorsed to do. Obviously it can be beneficial or even lifechanging to overcome certain boundaries or beliefs we have about ourselves. Especially overcoming societal rules can be liberating and incredibly freeing. However I personally think establishing healthy boundaries is ABSOLUTELY essential to feel happy and content.



For me personally setting boundaries and especially sticking to them was incredibly hard. Whether in relationships or regarding my energy levels I never really managed to find healthy boundaries, which lead to me being absolutely exhausted and very unhappy in many regards. It can be very daunting and  counter intuitive to limit your time spent with others, your energy spend on helping and healing other people or to cut ties with people completely. But I do think it is absolutely crucial when you notice that you constantly feel tired, worn out or unhappy.

1. Examine how much time you need for yourself - or how much time you need to spend with others

I personally am an introvert. I am loud, I am super social, I hang out with people all the time but I do not really unwind or relax in large groups of people. I enjoy hanging out with people immensely, but I need alone time to feel good, relaxed and grounded. Especially when you are around people, who do not thrive on alone-time, who thrive on being with others it can be quite hard to articulate that you need to have this time for yourself. This goes especially if you are on the younger side. It has become quite trendy to be in constant hibernation and stay in, but I am also in my mid twenties now and I remember how many people in high school thought I did not like them if I wanted to stay in. I have become better and better at articulating that I love you and enjoy spending time with you, but I just need this time for myself. I have also gotten better at choosing people, who can accept this. On the other hand I used to be somebody, who cancelled plans last minute and lied about why I cancelled to get out of discussion, which lead to people misunderstanding me and I have made a conscious effort to not cancel plans unless I absolutely need to. I also got better at understanding how much time I can spend hanging out with others and took a lot of pressure off myself, which actually lead to me enjoying hang out and time with others so much more.

2. Understand how much you can generally handle in a day

Germans live for their work. It is genuinely scary the intense chunk of your life works takes up, how much your value is based on work and how much unpaid overtime Germans are happy to put in. I used to heavily base my worth on how much I was working, how many hours I spent at work and was available to my bosses all the time. I am a person, with an incredibly desire to be liked. I want to be liked even by people I personally dislike. So it is very easy for me to continuously fulfill what other people want me to do without listening to my own needs. This goes especially for work-related requests. In journalism you need to deliver. There are hundreds of people, who would be happy to do your job, being paid for internships is highly unlikely and you are expected to go above and beyond while not making any money. I know that many industries work this way and that sadly you kind of have to deliver especially when you are still trying to prove yourself in the job field. However during my internship (and other internships before this one) I was often the first and the last person in the office. I stayed overtime, I worked weekends and I took on any job that was offered to me, while still working on the side to make it possible for me to work full-time with zero income. It was worth it now that I have my job, but it sucked. It would be very easy for me to continue this behaviour and I am sure I will put in a good chunk of overtime once my traineeship starts in August, but I am no longer working unpaid extra hours. My current workplace is also very accepting and encouraging about that, but I also have found for myself that I am happy with a smaller salary or less of a career if it means I get free time in return. I want to be good at my job, but I also do not want to spend my entire life in an office. I want to see friends, I want to go to the gym, I want to have dinners during the week. If you are happy to make that dollar while giving up quality of life and me time go for it, but if you just do it because others expect it of you or because you hope your boss will like you more than you need to reconsider. Sadly your job will probably find someone else to do your job within a day or two if you were to drop dead. So act in accordance.



3. Understand that you are not responsible for others peoples happiness

Maybe this again goes back to our inherent desire to be liked. Taking care of others is noble, it is a wonderful way to show affection and it is what all our friendships and relationships are built upon: We take care of each other. But and this is so important: you need to take care of yourself. Helping or caring for others should not be an automatic thing you do. It is something you choose to do, something you enjoy doing, not something you do because you feel like you have to, like people only love you if you break your back to take care of them. Love never needs to be earned. It should be given freely. You should not be expected to be the only one that gives time, effort and love in a relationship. You are obviously free to help others. But it is also fine to say you do not have the energy for this at the moment. To say you will not manage, that you have enough on your plate. Helping others can be selfless at times IF you have the energy, the resources or the time. You can always do what you can, but you do not have to. It is okay to say "I can only call you today". It is okay to say "I am really sorry I am extremely busy, I can currently be there for you to talk, but I cannot help you with anything else". It is such an old saying, but you need to put your oxygen mask on first before you help others. And you need to have friends, who are not only friends with you to take your energy without giving something in return. Actual, true friends will accept you and love you and encourage you to take care of you.

In short: you should get to know yourself, be aware of what is good or bad for you and how much and what you can and cannot handle. This is usually trial and error and takes quite some time, but is really really important. Additionally to this: be honest. Let people know the actual reason you don´t come to certain events or need more time or cannot handle this much work. Don´t make excuses or lie and people should really understand you and if they do not, you may want to reconsider if they are the right people to be around for you long-term. This is not to say that people need to understand every step you take and you may make mistakes, but your friends should be genuinely interested in you being happy and accept that you may have to draw certain boundaries for that.

That does not make me ungrateful or a bad person. We just happen to be sad sometimes. Maybe that has a reason and it is good to look for that. But sometimes we can also just accept that it is a normal human emotion to feel sadness. Even and especially when you should not.
I have been on the move since February. I had my own room for four weeks over the past seven months. I lived abroad for five months and I still have not fully wrapped my head around being back home, because I really did not have the time for it so far. I have a very, very loud critic in my head and I thought he would shut up once I get the job I was dreaming of. But funnily enough that did not happen. It feels like I have been fighting that voice inside of me for years and I always hope my accomplishments will shut it up. But at this point I just need to accept that this voice is here to stay. That it will always creep up when I feel too good or feel proud. It´s sad. I wish I could be more arrogant. Celebrate myself and my accomplishments more. See what I have achieved and not tear myself down all the time. But the fact is: this voice is not going to stop. But I will stop to listen to it. I will not give that voice power. I will scream words of love at myself. I will be louder. Even if it sometimes feels like a loosing battle. Because that voice is lying. And deep down inside I know it.



Read: I am currently reading The Corrections by Jonathan Frazen. It is an amazing piece of writing, so so witty, so so funny and still so uncomfortable at times. I am really enjoying it and have been blazing through the first 600 pages, which is always a great sign.

Watched: Homecoming and Knock Down the House on Netflix. Women are just so fucking, incredibly amazing especially and above all women of colour. The intense fight that we all have inside of us, the toughness and at the same time the loving softness of women is something I will forever be amazed by.  I can´t recommend these two movies enough!

Listened to: The Live Album of Beyoncé´s Coachella performance. What a bloody legend this woman is.

Realised: How lucky I am to have found friends in every single place that I lived in, who are loving, caring and supportive and how great they made me feel even from far away.

Returned: To a regular Yoga practise, which feels so incredibly good.

Missed: The times I was able to fall asleep no matter where, no matter when.

Ordered: An intense amount of dresses for my graduation next week. The discussion on Instagram remains heated

Eine der einfachsten Regeln zum glücklich sein, ist im hier und jetzt zu leben, sich auf jeden einzelnen Moment zu konzentrieren. Das ist allerdings gar nicht so einfach, wenn man in seinem Kindheitsheim ist und jeder Gegenstand Geschichten birgt. Wenn eigentlich alle Gespräche mit Freunden aus der Heimat um frühere Erlebnisse kreisen und an jeder Straßenecke Erinnerungen hoch schießen.

Gestern bin ich 23 geworden. Ich habe meinen Tag mit meinen Liebsten und sehr viel Essen verbracht, also mit einigen meiner absoluten Lieblingsdingen auf diesem Planeten. In meiner Familie wird man am Geburtstag grundsätzlich mit einem Ständchen und Kuchen geweckt und mit dieser grandiosen Tradition hat auch mein 23. begonnen. Da zwei Stücke Kuchen natürlich nicht genug Kalorien enthalten, ging es mit meiner Mama dann zum Geburtstagsbrunch in unser Bremer Lieblingscafé und um sicher zu gehen, dass es auch mit 23 nicht mit meiner Victoria´s Secret-Karriere klappt, gab es dann auch noch Kuchen mit meinen Großeltern und einer guten Freundin und ein indisches Abendessen.
Wenn ich gerade nicht gekaut habe, gab es sehr schöne Gespräche mit meinen Liebsten, viele viele nette Anrufe, Nachrichten und Sprachnachrichten und natürlich auch einige schöne Geschenke.
In den nächsten Tagen bis zu meinem Rückflug nach Malmö wird es dann noch Drinks mit meinem Stiefpapa, Essen mit meinem Papa und seiner Frau und eine kleine Party mit meinen Freunden geben. Und natürlich muss ich dann in Malmö auch noch mit meinen liebsten Mädels brunchen gehen werde. Wie sonst also nur die Queen darf ich dieses Jahr wirklich sehr lange Geburtstag feiern und beschwere mich überhaupt nicht darüber.

I turned 23 yesterday! I had a wonderful day with my loved ones and loads of food, which are two of my favourite things on this planet. My family´s birthday tradition is waking up the birthday child with a song and cake and my special day started out just like this. As two pieces of cake is obviously not enough for breakfast, my mom and I went for brunch to my favourite café and to make sure that I won´t be running in the Victoria´s Secret show this year either, we also had cake with my grandparents and friends as well as Indian for dinner.
In the short moments, where I did not have food in my mouth, I had wonderful conversations with my loved ones, got lots of nice calls, messages and voice mails and also some nice presents.
In the next few days until I will fly back to Sweden, there will be post birthday drinks with my stepdad, a lunchdate with my dad and his wife and a little get together with friends. And obviously I also have to have brunch with my lovely girls in Malmö. Just like the Queen I get to celebrate my birthday multiple times and I am not complaining one bit.


Nachdem ich immer ein wenig Respekt vor 23 hatte (das klingt so erwachsen!) und meine beste Freundin mit ihren Nachfragen nach meiner Hautalterung da nicht wirklich geholfen hat, habe ich mich entschieden mein 23. Lebensjahr einfach in vollen Zügen zu genießen. Mindestens diese 23 Dinge will ich bis zu meinem 24. Geburtstag gemachtt haben und dabei so viel Spaß wie möglich haben.

1. Meinen Bachelor-Abschluss in Händen halten.
2. Sao Paulo, Salvador de Bahía und Recife sehen.
3. Lima und den Machu Picchu entdecken.
4. Meine Mitbewohnerinnen in Brighton besuchen.
5. 500 Blog Leser haben.
6. Mit einem Mädels-Wochenende unseren Bachelor feiern.
7. Nach Hamburg ziehen.
8. Auf mindestens ein Festival gehen.
9. Meinen Reisepass und meine Haut mit mehr Tinte füllen.
10. Den Sonnenaufgang am Strand sehen.
11. Eine Sommerparty schmeißen.
12. Anfangen ein Buch zu schreiben.
13. Mehr feiern gehen!
14. 500 Kilometer in meiner NikePlus-App erlaufen (400 habe ich schon, ganz wahnsinnig bin ich also nicht).
15. Mehr Artikel für gute Medien schreiben.
16.Quality Time mit meiner Familie verbringen.
17. Einen Job finden.
18. Frische Kokosnuss an der Copacabana trinken.
19. 52 Bücher lesen.
20. Mehr ins Theater, in Ballett und in Konzerte gehen.
21. Urlaub mit dem Herzmann machen.
22. Mehr Briefe schreiben.
23. Glücklich sein!


23 always seemed quite daunting to me (it sounds so grown up!) and my bestfriend didn´t really make it better with asking about the aging process of my skin yesterday, but I decided to just fully enjoy this year! I want to do least these 23 things until my 24th and have as much fun as possible while doing it.

1. Get my Bachelor degree.
2. Discover Sao Paulo, Salvador de Bahía and Recife.
3. See Lima and the Machu Picchu.
4. Visit my roommates in Brighton.
5. Have 500 blog readers.
6. Celebrate our graduation with a girl´s weekend.
7. Move to Hamburg.
8. Go to at least one festival.
9. Fill my passport and my skin with more ink.
10. Watch the sunrise at the beach.
11. Throw a summer party.
12. Start writing a book.
13. Go out more!
14. Run 500 kilometers on my NikePlus App (I already have 400 so I am not completely insane)
15. Write more article for good news sources.
16. Spend quality time with my family.
17. Find a job.
18. Drink a fresh coconut at the Copacabana.
19. Read 52 books.
20. Go to the theatre, ballet and concerts more. 
21. Go on a vacation with the lover boy.
22. Write more letters.
23. Be happy!