The most amazing night of my life. Queueing from 12 was so incredibly worth it to be able to get a barrier spot. I’ve never experienced something so otherworldly
Nr 104 in line to see Hozier tonight. I was here at 12:15, and the doors open at 18:30. So a bit more than a 6 hour wait. Definitely worth it for Irish Jesus though
You said my heart has changed, and my soul has changed. And my heart, and my heart. That my life has changed, that this town had changed. And you had not. That the world has changed, don't you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?
Scandinavians will complain about the cold and wet weather until they are faced with hotter temperatures and sunshine. Then they’ll hide in the shade complaining about dying from the heat.
What no one tells you about moving abroad or moving around to different countries, is that you’ll never truly feel at home again. Because everywhere you go you’ll leave a small piece of yourself behind that only belongs in that specific place. Friends, memories, favourite spots and the old cat that drops by everyday. You’ll leave it all behind, and by doing so it’s like a part of you that you never get back.
But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. I have a few weeks left in this country that I have spent the last several months in, before I’m supposed to go back “home”. But before I go, I’ll make sure to cherish the friendships I’ve made, revisit the memories, go to my favourite coffee spot around the corner, and cuddle the old cat that drops by everyday one last time. And then I’ll leave it all here, and hope that I can come back and visit the part of me that I left behind