Funnily enough, I now sort of blog for a living. I could say that’s why my public, personal blog hasn’t been updated. But it’s more that the reality of having a public blog hit me a few months ago. It’s not like I post all my musics, lofty dreams I’m secretly scared to admit, voice recordings I want to fashion into podcasts, or wish lists for material and immaterial desires. But I want to.
As this blog is meant to act as my (very public) diary, I had the urge a few days ago to share how looking back at these photos made me feel.
For the first time ever, my father booked a family holiday just a few weeks ago. To Iceland, much to our surprise. As someone who doesn’t exactly thrive on ice, I was quite chuffed to be going during the summer. Little did I know, the puffins leave in early August! I was too late. However, I shared a tender moment with some lovely Icelandic horses.