The smell of wet asphalt after rain, the old streets of the old city and when the song in your headphones perfectly matches the rhythm of your step. I love sincere laughter until my stomach hurts and long walks without a goal.

I want to learn to feel the moment, and not run from it. I dream of finding a person with whom I can just be silent for hours, without fear that my impulsiveness will ruin everything in an instant.

Finally get a handle on my studies and not drop out of the course after a week. I want to learn how to cook something more complicated than scrambled eggs and save up for a normal camera to film the fogs over Emajogi.

It infuriates me when people walk slowly in front of me. I can’t stand passive aggression, iced tea, and when they try to “calm me down” when I’m just showing my true emotions.