A new year a new me?

New year new me?
Isn't that what you usually do?
I have to admit, I was also one of the firm believers of the new years eve transformation.
but to be honest, has anyone ever properly changed on the night of the 31/12?
I genuinely have never witnessed such a thing, and I have come to the point where I don't believe in it anymore.

I have started to adapt the idea of looking back on the year and seeing how you have changed to the better, which situations, if hard or easy have made you the person you are at this moment in time?
Was it the time you spontaneously went to Paris, that made you thirsty for adventure, and happy to pay more for an experience, than just something material?

Or maybe take a look at all the new people you met this year, the great friends you met along the way, and of course all the people that have stayed by your side for another year. And all the people that maybe you crossed paths with, but lost contact again, maybe it's sad, maybe it's a good thing.

But you have to accept the situation how it is right now, and work with what you have got at this moment.

The Challenge I will set my self for the next year?
Take what you've got at this moment and make out to be the best situation you have yet been in.
And try to be the best version of yourself that you can possibly be.

Happy New Year, I know you are going to be good 2016!
love, L

To the one that was like a mum to us all

To you, you lovely lovely girl. 

The first time I met you, i must admit, I didn't even realise that you came from Germany, because your English was nearly accent free, i have no doubt, that there are, lots and lots of people, you have yet to confuse, as to where you really are from! 

I am so happy we met and got on so well from the start! even though I didn't see you as often as other people during the three month we have had together in England. we have done quite a bit together and I must say I regret none of them! The lovely chats over cakes in your kitchen, and the Rom-com evenings in your room, filled with laughter and flying grapes.

The one night you joined us all on a night out in town and danced the night away to nineties songs and pints of cider. And the way you just always try and care for everyone. You are never one to exclude people, you were always happy to include everyone in our plans and it always turned out for the better. you always took your time, to make sure everyone was happy and in a good mood. If they weren't you did your best to cheer them up, and I think that is the trait in you that I admired the most, the selflessness and unbiased kind with which you approach everyone new. 

I hope that we will meet again in the near future, maybe a holiday, to explore more of the world that we both have yet to see. Or maybe just one of our hometowns, to show the other. I wish you all the best in your future!

See you soon!

love, L

saying thank you...

In a short time my best friend of twelve years will turn eighteen, and it has come to me, that our generation in general never really says thank you enough but in return we never really expect it either. We for some reason have come to the agreement with the other people in our generation that we won't thank each other and that we won't expect a thank you in return. But i have come to the conclusion, that maybe saying thank you might be one step further to helping this generation overcome their insecureness. How I see our generation is maybe an unpopular opinion, but with all the social media, parents and teachers having all those really high expectations, makes us doubt our selves even more. Because since when is it normal for a fifteen year old to know what they want to do for the rest of their life, I know one always has other options, but for gods sake, when your fifteen and you have to choose what you want to do the next three or four years, were all stumped...
So I think that a thank you even for the little things might help, because a thank you for some thing you have gotten used to being obvious does feel good.

To explain the reference further up about my bestfriend; I had a little breakdown two or three weeks ago because of something that happened in the family, and the only thing I did was tell him in a quick text what had happened, and if he could take the time and call me quickly.
he did no such thing.
He came to my house in the morning and stayed with me for the whole day. After asking him how the hell he had gotten time that quickly he humbly told me that he had canceled off everything he had planed that day last minute and came to pick me up. He said that me being happy and having a friend by my side was more important than anything he had on that day or any other day. And now from a more neutral sight all of those problems that seemed so huge that day, are minor and it probably wasn't worth calling him up. But at that moment, when I thought every thing was coming crashing down it was the right idea, and I don't regret calling him for something I now think of as petty. Because at the time we all didn't think of it as being petty. More so when I turned to him during that day, looked him in the eyes and said thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here and listening to me blubbering away, wiping my tears away and ordering pizza with me. He looked at me shocked, like he'd never had anyone ever come up to him and say that, and he stuttered. He didn't know what to say, because apparently I was one of the first people to do that. Say a simple thank you, because it did me good too, It did good to say thank you to the one person who tried to make my day brighter when I had made his a little duller.
He later explained, that every thing he had done, had gone without saying. Because in his opinion that is what friends are for and he wasn't expecting a thank you from me. And I tell you it's not like if the rolls were switched that I'd not do anything he had done, no I would do the exact same thing in a heart beat! And funily enough, I wouldn't expect a thank you either. 

But that is what has got me thinking, why did we stop saying thank you, for the big and the small things? Even if we don't expect a thank you back, why don't we say it? And truly? I haven't found an answer. But from now on I will try and always say thank you for all of the things, that I maybe wouldn't have a month or two ago.

xx

from france to portugal

When he was four years old his mother often took him to the park in France, then one day she met another mother, who was out and about with her daughter. As the little ones were playing with one another the mothers started a conversation and so his mom discovered that the daughter was two and a half years younger than the boy and that she visited a french private school, this girl had the best future a mother could wish for her child. The two mothers met each other quite a lot and whilst they were talking the children always played with each other. As soon as the two week holiday was over the mother, the father and the son flew back home to Switzerland, but they never lost contact, even when he got a brother, they always visited france and the other family again and again. As the years went by him and her became really close friends, and since there was never a spark, they continued to confide in each other with every thing. They wrote E-Mails as good as that goes when you are ten years old and your parents have to help you. But as he was arround the age of fourteen and she just turned eleven, her father got promoted to Portugal and so the family moved to Portugal. And that was the point when he knew that he would never see her again, and against all odds he always tried his hardest to stay in contact with her.

They skyped at least once a week, and mailed nearly every other day. They needn't be beside each other, they were already happy to see each other and read from each other. But one day she called him, and that already made him weary because they never called, it simply cost too much... He took the call and the first thing he heard were her breaths and total silence. She was afraid, she had just been in a car accident with her parents and was still stuck in the car. Both her parents too, but they were already dead and she had already called an ambulance she told him. As he heard that he was completely shocked, then he decided the best idea was to distract her. So he made her remember all the good things they had lived through together; he reminded her of her eleventh birthday when he had made a party and filmed the whole thing for her, so she could join him. He sang all of the songs the had invented together. But after a while even that didn't help alot anymore, because she got more and more sleepy by the second, and he made the effort to keep her awake. But then she suddenly said, she knows that her time was up and that she had to go now. He had been crying for quite a while now and begged her not to go and to stay by his side. But already there her answers were getting weaker and weaker untill she didn't answer anymore. That whole time he begged her, and when she gave her last answer he promised her that he would see her on the other side.

He stayed on the telephone until some one picked it up and told him that they were all dead.


source: a good friend

Going on Holidays with Friends

It is now gone September and I've just yet come arroud to write about this subject which is an ever present theme for people arround my age. Because there is always a certain controversy about it. This spring and summer it was my first time going on hilyday with friends of mine.

Firstly in spring I went to Venice for three days with two of my best girl mates. And we had a wonderful few days, eventhough the days could get quite tiring , since it isn't that easy fitting three different opinions into one days programme. But none the less it was an grear experience and i would do it again straight away. Becasuse during the trip you suddenly realise that you have the responsibilities that do matter very much...

And secondly i went to the italian part of switzerland on summer with two of my closest girlfriends one of who took another friend of hers and the other one took her Boyfriend. This was also a Holiday to speak for its self, because living in a house with four other and different characters for a week wasn't can be difficult. Not that I didn't enjoy it but it was more tiring than I had expected it to be. Because one has to coodrinate the shopping and all of the other things. But it was a beautiful experience none the less.

So my conclusion? I would recommend going on holiday with friends to everyone whoh doesn't have a problem woth playing the girl for everything once in a while and whoever loves camp feeling because that is essentially what it is in the end. A camp with all of your best friends where no one really has a clue what to do...

xx

Sphères // Food Zurich

It is now the start of October and we have passed the last summery weekends, so the warm weather is comming to a close. Today I'm sitting in the coffeshop/bar place called Sphères. its right beside the river and not far away from the Hardbrücke Trainstation and if I may say so it sone of my favourite places in Zurich. It's one of the few safe havens that still remain undiscovered gems.

But more about this special place, it is a very  unique place to describe, because it is an independent bookshop such as a coffee place and a bar. And if you're lucky in the evening they clear the middle part of the place and make a little venue out of the place.

It has three different places to sit down inside and even an outside space where you can sit above the river. The three different inside places are, number one directly in the bookshop and beside the ooks themselves. Number two in an orangerie like space just beside the bookshop part and my absolute favourite is number three, where I always sit and drink on the blacony above the bookshop where you can look at the bar and all over the bookshop.

So here you have it, one of my favourite places in Zurich where lots of people must walk by but never go in, so thats why I urge you to go! it is a very special place!

xx

http://www.spheres.cc/

One Day by David Nichols // Book Review

I have to admit that I wanted to read the book before I saw the film, but somehow I ended up watching the film about two years before I got arround to reading the book. But more to that later on...

The book is a collection of encounters between the friends Emma and Dexter, the first chapter takes place in Edinburgh the night of their University Graduation where they spent a night together. In the further Chapters you follow them through their life and how they find and eventually pursue their dreams. Who knew, that working in a mexican fast food restaurant might introduce you to your future partner, or  that a trip to india might even bring you a presenting job in english television. The bok follows their fallouts and their special moments they live through together, they even end up living in paris for a while. They stay together when one of them writes a best selling childrens novel and the other has to go through a terrible divorce. It even goes on that far until one of them has a grave turn in life and then starts to reminise about their relationship.

I tell you this book is an absolute tear jerker, I cried for a good half an hour after I had finished it. It makes you realise just how precious friendships and life are, and it makes you want to run to everyone you love and tell them which I find very very enchanting. And heartwarming, since I have also seen the film, I'll admit and tell you the I cried when I watched the film and it still is a very very good film and I would watch it again in a heartbeat but since I have read the book and they did leave out some of my favourite bits. I reccomend watching the film and the reading the book, because in some weir way with reading the book afterwards, you get some bonus material...

xx