What brought me here (summer memories)


Writing on the longest diary notes. All the thoughts and realizations (and adventures!) that a year of living alone on a small island far away from everything brings forth. So grateful I got all that time before heading onto child adventures. It was almost as if my higher subconscious self knew what was going to happen. And that all that, was exactly what I needed before. For some reason, everything always seem to make perfect sense, in the end.

Coming up shortly x