Stories of my Life

Hey Ho my friends!! I´m going on an adventure! Nah, not really. But I´m moving out and that´s kinda the same, innit? My very first and very own flat. And it´s perfect. About 60 square-metres, 2 rooms (plus kitchen, bath and the hallway), a pantry and a balcony <3 We´re still painting the walls and laminating the floor but if everything goes to plan, I shall move in during the first weekend in January! I am so excited. After all, it´s what I always wanted! I´ll let you know once I live there. Other news include: I´ll stay in Bath for 8 weeks next year, for an internship #superexcited and my English teacher proof-reads the translation of my book "Don´t forget me" (working title) #stillexcited AND most importantly: I collected all my bravery and told my kinda-crush about my feelings for him (which are super confusing) and he was really sweet and chill about it. We decided to stay friends (because I´m not sure if I love him as a friend or more and he only said he likes...

Hey Ho my friends and welcome back to my channel! Oh, no. Wait. This is not my YouTube channel haha. Lemme try again: Hey Ho my friends! A friend of mine recently kinda reminded me that I´ve been neglecting this blog for ages (thank you btw; I´m sure you know you´re meant). So here I am again. I am not dead, I´ve simply been very busy and couldn´t think of anything to write about. To be honest I still have absolutely no clue, what today´s topic shall be. Said friend didn´t have a clever idea as well and said he´d prefer an “authentic Vanessa-post” anyway. Thanks, man! What an immense help you are. I then looked through my mobile and found something I thought I might as well share with you ^^ Today´s topic therefore is remembrance. Or much rather memory loss. Now, I am not talking about cheesy brains, forgetting some information occasionally. I´m talking about full on memory loss, like after you got a huge concussion. What happens when we lose our memory? Like all o...

I found this quote today: and it got me thinking … Home isn´t a place, it´s a feeling. And even though I love my family and the house we´re living in and my friends and my work and basically everything – I haven´t come home yet. Maybe I felt home when I was little, when my only worries where to get a new dress for my Barbie dolls or to get that new Benjamin Blümchen cassette. But I can´t really remember it. So I´m sitting here on my bed, which I also really love btw and where I cuddle myself in my sheets when I´m scared or really really sad, and I wonder if I ever find my home, where I truly belong to. I like to believe in true love and that my soulmate is somewhere out there and that he is my home. Sometimes I dream about my future and see myself living in England, being married and having two daughters. In those moments I feel as if I´m almost there. I feel happy and can´t wait for my future to turn to the present. But what if I´m wrong? What if I don´t have...