A recent trip down to Marseille to lap up the last few days of summer.

I struggle with vlogs about time passed at home. They feel kinda damp and scattered, I feel ugly, I archive them later. This took me so long to edit. But I got there. What I love most about vlogging is carving new relationships with memories and the act of visually reflecting –something, as a writer/communicator, I often don’t get to do – and finding so much more deep appreciation for my life.

Napoli 💓 I’ve spent much time fixated on this vlog about my five days in this city, which is more like a v pensive diary about reading Elena Ferrante and visiting Pompeii more than anything else.

I didn’t think I’d look at my footage taken during my six weeks in Australia last year… but finally (six months later) I’ve reflected on this trip home, and the time spent with loved ones.

I really fancy a winter getaway to warm up the body and stimulate the eyeballs etc.
Very rudely, I’ve discounted Germany since bordering the country for the last year and a half. But whyyy? It’s super cosy and fun. I drove from Paris to Bavaria for a cheap little cabin in the woods, and spent a cold Feb weekend at palaces and beer halls. Ate a lot, a lot. But all super wholesome meals. And ran into the Carnival by absolute accident (so, all my memories of Germans are them dressed in crappy $2 costumes).

I moved to France mid-2022, but finally gave into living in Paris to properly connect with communities for both work and pleasure. In these first weeks, so much happened everyday. Life can be so poetic, then bam. A number. A bad government website. Something you didn’t know you needed to look up. But also, these shapeless days between Christmas and New Year’s can be so quaint and expectant of nothing. I’m feeling good now, in my new home, looking forward to rhythms, new relationships, and Spring around the corner.