I think there’s several levels of exhaustion at work here. One level is just never sleeping quite enough (the energy of leaving, plus all of this damn sunshine causes me to wake up far too early. Thanks, Southern California.), another level is continuously saying goodbye to friends and family members with the weak hope that they’d come visit me in Germany. And the final level is material exhaustion.
HOW DO YOU PACK YOUR WHOLE LIFE IN A BAG?
HOW DO YOU DRESS PROFESSIONALLY?
HOW MANY BOOKS ABOUT ENGLISH GRAMMAR SHOULD I STUDY WITH ON THE PLANE SO IT LOOKS LIKE I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING?
These questions are haunting me any chance I get.
Regardless, I’m happy. This feels so right it’s almost alarming.
Over this past week I’ve collected a series of pictures that accurately describe my feelings of excitement, resoluteness, love, bittersweetness, fake-it-till-you-make-it bravery, and a dash of fear. Enjoy!
In regards to saying goodbye to my friends and family:
In regards to my never-ending fatigue and stress eating:
Jessica Warrick (artist of mermaid)
In regards to this weird feeling of just not giving a rats ass anymore and just GOING FOR IT, YO:
Pep talks to myself that it’s okay to be overweight, different, have a large personality and be exuberant. Being meek doesn’t suit me anymore. There’s enough room for me:
Dreamy thoughts about the fantasies of Hamburg:
Christian Schloe (artist)
I was about to show an image of my overflowing suitcase as the final picture, but it isn’t pretty, and I will have to reevaluate a few million items. Instead I found this lovely bag. Let’s just pretend I’m this dainty and whimsical instead, shall we?
Travel bag for ladies, 1900 – 1930. Exhibition 2015. Museum for communication, Berlin
GUYS THE NEXT TIME YOU HEAR FROM ME I’LL BE IN GERMANY. DID YOU GET THE MEMO? I’M MOVING TO GERMANY. THE AIRBNBs ARE NON-REFUNDABLE.