Marimekko haul

I’ve been doing some Serious Writing in the meantime but let me just tell you … I’ve survived Germany and France, and am currently recovering from a minor gastrointestinal issue in Copenhagen. Due to the short length of my stay, and the fact that this bug thoroughly kicked my ass for 24h, I won’t see as much of the city as I’d like.

However, I hit up Marimekko. Much evil was acquired.

Stopover

I said my goodbyes yesterday and ended up not flying, thanks to plane maintenance. My first flight out yesterday was so severely delayed that it would not land at my stopover until thirty minutes after my plane to Germany had already taken off.

At the gate: “You don’t want to take the flight? We’ll put you up in a hotel.” Me: “When the other option is to go home and sleep in my own bed?”

By her maps you shall know her

Right, so, I’m an overplanner – and yet it’s satisfying! I’ve been doing my usual intense research, identifying the kinds of things I’d want to do and see while I’m away. It makes for a pretty hefty map.

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minimum packing = maximum freedom

If this works, it’s going to be epic. Say hello to my un-nicknamed backpack. She opens up quite nicely; there are more pockets and places, but this gives you an idea of what I can stow. For a month, here’s what’s going with me, in this 6.3” x 18.3” x 14” pack:

alarm-clock life

I am unsure of when our world changes from a potential dreamscape to an alarm-clock life, but I am aware that it does. There is a seething vitality and immediacy to the lives of young adults that comes from a lack of comprehension of the fleeting nature of life, coupled with an almost boundless fountain of energy. Time passes, though, and what eventually comes is more (settled? sedate? predictable?) except when it isn’t.

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