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.

Over summer, I stayed in the south of France between living in Lille and Paris. In my final month – October – I lived in Sanary-sur-Mer, a small town near Toulon on the French Riviera.

Last year, I uploaded a vlog with my first 100 days in Lille, which I’ve since made private because 1) I feel like it wasn’t very good as one of my first vlogs and 2) I had way too many personal thoughts floating around in those subtitles. But here we go again – more meanderingly melancholy musings on living in the cold north of France, this time my last 100 days in the city.