Thursday, June 1, 2017

I guess warm nights are intoxicating, addictive, and make your soul run wild.



This past weekend I tried to take some time to reflect and truly bring myself back to memories I had from when I was a teenager. It's one of those things that feels like yesterday, being a teen, enjoying summer break without a care in the world. Then I realise how little I actually try to think about my past, fully dive into these memories, and enjoy them. And I couldn't get over how long ago it all seemed, but how present the memories felt, it was like I transposed myself with my past self for only but a moment.  Laying right there in the grass, I could close my eyes and see and feel all of these memories that I forget on a daily basis. Not that I am one to ever want to live in the past, but it was incredible, thinking about those times. 

Those friends.
Those infinitely long days at the beach.
It was just pure magic.
I guess warm nights are intoxicating, addictive, and make your soul run wild.
That's was growing up by the beach does to you. It makes you addicted to summer.  

Living here, while it's summer back home, it's hard. I love the winter, but I guess you always want what you can't have. 

So, to fill my gaping heart, I have picked some summer ready tees from Abercrombie , as you do instead of booking a flight home to see your family and friends.

// I just wanted to say again, a thanks to Marco, who took these photos for me, and tell you one more time (if anyone is actually reading this) to take a look at his site, he is about to go on the craziest journey I have ever heard of. Honestly, every time we talk about it, I realise more and more how wild it is that he will be driving through countries I didn't even know existed (cough cough I don't think I'm that dumb for not knowing Tajikistan existed). Follow his trip on the Mongol Rally and hop on the  HerodotusExpress.