Deciding to stop reading a book is an art form in itself. I think many people never get into reading because they haven't found the right book for them and aren't willing to give up quickly enough when one doesn't click. Even I find it difficult, and I've stopped reading dozens of books. There are simply too many good books out there to spend time on ones you don't enjoy. The book in question was A Philosophy of Walking, by the way. It was just... so uninteresting.
Growing up, being an adult always seemed like such a hassle. Turns out, the adults around me just didn’t have all their ducks in a row. And not even because of external circumstances, either. They’d simply built themselves lives that, quite frankly, seemed to suck.
Mine doesn’t.
I’m now at an age where it’s starting to feel a little cringe not to think of myself as an actual adult, and I’ve recently started embracing the fact that I actually am one. Just not the kind who built himself a life full of stress, drama, and responsibilities I never wanted to deal with.
It was such a relaxing day, and I was happy about it. The previous day had been taxing, so just hanging around, reading, painting, and snacking was exactly what I needed. Even though I underestimated the size of that sundae, I certainly didn’t complain, it was delicious.
It’s sometimes hard to cope with the fact that all my friends improve so much at running in such a short time, even though I train three times a week.
Days like this are the best.
Meetings before 10 AM should be forbidden.
Anna’s new kitchen was installed on Monday, and I saw it for the first time on that evening. It’s beautiful!
Germany seems to have a reputation for apartments being rented without kitchens. A couple of people have told me that, though I can’t confirm it myself. I’ve never moved into an apartment that didn’t have a kitchen. Maybe I’ve just been lucky.
I didn't get engaged that day.
We didn’t have a single day with fewer than 20,000 steps, and after a while, it definitely started to show.
Packing is the worst. I’m not even bad at it, it just isn’t fun. It’s like a puzzle where the result will never be perfect, and you just have to live with the compromises. Especially when you’re flying with only carry-on luggage.
I painted this without a sketch, and it shows. Which is both a good and a bad thing at the same time.
It was a slow and cozy day.
It was the Long Night of Museums. You buy one ticket and can visit every museum of the city.
