2017 (was ok)

This year felt so long. Weird, I know. Usually they fly by. But thinking back I realise this year was fucking ages. So much happened.

I moved into a new apartment with my boyfriend and left the dorm after too many years. I received new responsibilities in my job, which has been stressful at times, but at least it’s progress.

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New Year’s Eve in Sofia

I spent this New Year’s Eve in Sofia, my home town. My boyfriend and I went to a friend of a friend’s apartment on the 20th floor of a typical socialist looking building. The view was amazing – we saw half the city. We weren’t facing the centre, so at midnight when everything exploded with fireworks, it wasn’t an official show or anything like that. It was just a lot of people, who bought a lot of fireworks, celebrating the beginning of the new year.


And yet, New Year’s always makes me sad. It’s hope and desperation all at once. It’s a moment when the passage of time is celebrated, because it brings us away from the bad things that happened in the past and forward, towards a hypothetically better future. And maybe it will be better for some of us. Maybe it will be worse.But I can’t think about the passage of time without feeling powerless and … temporary…

So hey, happy new year to everybody!

Looking back and looking forward

Happy New Year, my dear Readers!

For me, 2015 was one of the hardest, but ultimately one of the most successful years of my life. I got my Master’s Degree, I traveled around a bit and I finally found  a full time job, that I enjoy. If I say it like that it sounds amazing, even to me, but the reality was far from it. Months and months of confusion, anxieties, stress, stress, stress, uncertainty, health problems and panic attacks. I remember a day in the heat of summer when I looked at the state of me and thought that by the end of the year I will either have my shit together or I will be in a mental institution. Thank God it was the first.

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