It’s day 12 of isolation. Day 12 since I started working from home. Day 12 of not meeting friends or family, of guilt-inducing runs, of looking at other human beings as carriers instead of people. But it’s been longer since I started checking the news obsessively, worrying for my friends and family in Madrid, it’s…
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As I am writing this the sun is shining, the skies are blue, and the weather app announces a max of 20ºC for today. Life is pretty good for a 1st of November (if you try really hard not to think about the fact that it’s probably so warm because of global warming, and what…
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When it comes to overthinking, I would like to think that I am in a better place than I was 10 years ago. Once I spent an entire weekend narrating my actions in my brain “Isabel went outside, and locked the door, she looked to her right and wished she could stop narrating her life,…
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I am a bit (a lot) of a crier. A good book, a movie, an episode of Grey’s Anatomy… it doesn’t take much to get a couple of tears out of me. I enjoy the relief that comes with a good cry, and I see no point holding in the tears when being in the…
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Saying things have been rather quiet lately is the understatement of the year. Things are quiet at work and at home, since my boyfriend is currently traveling, and to be honest, I still don’t have the thriving social life I would hope for in Munich.
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