Tag: memories

sometimes i only feel what i should have felt years too late. i’m amazing. i picked myself up, decided that i’m done… and i just moved. everything. like, physically, everything.

photos from right before my last moments in the house.

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note the carefully packed cooler with snacks, gin and tonic and lime for the evening (i even took a knife and a cutting board). snacks. DSC_3893

pillow just in case. coffee and sugar for same just in case. you can see the cutting board peeking out.

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the 2 suitcases for 2 weeks of me day tripping all over UK and seeing my cousin

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going through 2013

in quest for providing additional photos to tom’s friend’s bedroom (i’m getting paid! and the criteria are “lots, black and white, serious/masculine” – see progress here – https://www.flickr.com/photos/olya/sets/72157648257300823/ ) i am now deep in 2013 and found this awesome memory:

i was on the 2 day break in madrid (by myself, after all the craziness) and had dinner in an amazing restaurant:

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(amuse bouche, amazing service, all the whistles)

 

after, walking the (not entirely feeling safe but close enough that i didn’t stress) streets of madrid i came across this crazy line up:

20130716-DSC_5711a dude with a telescope showed you the rings of jupiter for 2eu.

i lined up, paid, and saw the tiny white planet, hundreds of kilometers away, shining.

 

4 years do take a toll

holy cow, 4 years do take a toll. this seems like yesterday.

this was the first time tim came to visit me in australia. this was 4 weeks after i left, we missed eachother horribly, and he bought a ticket to see me. don’t ask about the hair.
the shirt is the one my friends in netherlands gave me. its still treasured.

though it didn’t always seem like that at the time, boy. fun times. <3