So, I'm in Berlin. It's been about a week so far. I am slowly falling in love with this city, or at least with Kreuzberg, where our apartment is. It's so strange, the formation of habits and routines in a new place when you're there for a while... I wake up, have some toast (the toaster is very old, and crackles when you turn it on), go to Pfeiffers down the street to get a tiger chai, smoke a cigarette in the back patio, walk into the vintage shop on Adalbertstraße to look at leather boots and try not to buy any, maybe run into Sascha on the way back home (new friend through Anna, he let me borrow his supernice headphones), sit in the apartment and draw by the window, walk the 20 minutes to rehearsal underneath the train station, walk home between 7 and 9, then most nights stay up painting until 4 in the morning. Part of me wishes I could sleep, but I think I like the late hours because finally it's only me that's awake, and the solitude at that hour is kind of perfect. I miss Columbus, but I think being here is good for me in a way. I don't know. 

My hair is getting longer. It grows fast... but not quickly enough! Once it is finally long I may never cut it again. This whole growing out process is depressing/exhausting. Haha. (On a side note.)

Berlin does make me miss romance a little. More than usual, that is. I see so many interesting couples walking around, each one looking as though they just walked out of one of my drawings or something. All fresh faced with intricate details, the men in cuffed trousers with (deliberately) unkempt haircuts, the girls all at once delicate and kind of tough, summer dresses and coral lips... Couples holding hands or kissing on street corners or sharing a beer in the square... I miss that! I don't wanna miss it. But I do. Still thinking about someone, and sort of vaguely trying not to. I don't know. Hey, sometimes a girl just wants to go on a date. 

More soon. 

xo.