I’m officially old

Hola everyone.


And welcome back to my blog and also another week. I hope you all had a lovely weekend and that you’re feeling great. As you can read from the title, today’s post is going to be a different one. And no, I’m not having a crisis, but only stating the plain and true facts. But let me explain…

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I’m officially old, guys. But not in the way you’re thinking. Yes, I’ll be 24 in just about three weeks (don’t talk to me about that please and thank you), but that’s not old. And no, I’m not telling myself that over and over again to keep my heart rate steady. I am fine. The thing that’s putting me off at the moment is that, for the first time ever, I felt too old to be at a gig. Yes, I am talking about the Cavetown gig I went to last Saturday. I felt like I had landed on some weird planet that was full of little kids with kazoos. And I didn’t understand a thing that was going on. At one point, there was a duet happening with – and I’m not making this up – an imaginary character from Animal Crossing. I mean… what?

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But it’s not like I wasn’t expecting it to be that way. For those of you who don’t know Cavetown, he’s a British singer-lad, who currently is 21, but who, from what I saw last weekend, is also trying really hard to not be an adult. And I’m not criticizing him for that in any way, because, clearly, it’s working. Selling out Shepherd’s Bush surely isn’t easy, so props to him. The thing is, he is incredibly talented, but he looks and sounds, and sometimes also acts like a kid. Again, not hating on him here, just recalling my experience. Maybe I was also just the wrong person to attend the gig. From what I could find out, his main fanbase is mostly between 14 and 19 years old. I am clearly about 5 years too old for him then. But I can’t even say that I didn’t enjoy the gig. To be honest, I’d actually say I loved it to bits, but maybe not in the way many others did that night.

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In short – my friend Lauren and I had a blast. We stood there, didn’t understand a thing of what was happening, were clearly confused when suddenly a huge teddybear named Patrick Stewart was brought on stage for emotional support, but nonetheless, we turned that evening into one of the funniest nights ever. And you know when something is so cute that it’s getting a bit too much, but you can’t be mad at it, because, yes, it’s still cute? That’s what that whole evening was like. Robin (Cavetown) is just the real personification of Peter Pan. An incredibly talented Peter Pan. At least that’s what I got from it.

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My favourite part of the whole night – besides finally getting to see HUNNY live as Cavetown’s support – was probably the end of the gig (no, I don’t mean it like what you think, I’m not that mean), when they played the concert-ending track. You know, with bands like Twenty One Pilots or The 1975 you get indie or rock songs. Or with Bombay Bicycle Club, you get a fun dance number from the 80s everyone can dance to. And then there’s Cavetown and we got the Wii music. I am not joking, please take this seriously. Yes, the Wii music. I had the time of my life. Nobody can imagine what a blast I had in that moment, with that utterly stupid but fun track playing, kids running around with their kazoos and Lauren looking at me in a way that said “please kill me now”. It doesn’t get better than this.

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But, all jokes aside, it really was a great gig and we really did have a fun night. HUNNY was an amazing support and an even better and funnier group to interview. Cavetown was incredibly talented and I absolutely loved his voice, even more so the stage design which was made up by tons of fairy lights in the background. But, nonetheless, I definitely wasn’t meant to attend that gig. Yes, I saw a lot of parents there, but we all know why most of them were there. I think I’ve just passed the point where I can go to fangirl-packed, kids-filled gigs. And that’s kinda sad, but I feel like also just a natural thing to happen. We all grow up, I guess. But my inner child that loves to dance to the Wii music will stay forever.

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And there you go, guys. That’s my story of being officially old. I hope you like it. As always, please let me know what you think. I wish you all a lovely week and, of course, thanks for reading. x

Power to the local dreamer

Hola everyone.


And welcome back to another Monday and another week. I hope so far you’ve had a great day and that you’re doing good. Today I’d like to talk about something very special – how the move to the UK and my time there and basically the aspect of living my dream has influenced me personally and my view of life. I know, it might sound a bit philosophical now, but, actually, I want this to be a story of a dreamer. Of us, I daresay.

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First of all, I obviously need to say that moving to Brighton and attending BIMM was definitely one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Yes, it was a big and quite scary step. Far away from home, completely on my own and surrounded by strangers. And yes, it was difficult when I first got there, but I knew that it would get better. And I knew that it was what I needed to do in order to get one step closer to my dream. My goal. And that’s actually the easiest way to get through something – if you’ve got something to actually work for, something to look forward to. It might not make the stones in your way smaller, but you’ll grow a tiny bit bigger.

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And it all paid off because in a matter of two months, I was already at a place I never thought I’d get to in such a short amount of time. There I was, living in the UK for the very first time, on my own, and living my dream. Interviewing musicians, going to one concert after another, actually becoming a part of the music industry. The risk had paid off.

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I often talk to my friend Leni about how the whole trip influenced me. And all I can say is that it taught me to firstly value myself and secondly my dreams. And to fight for them, no matter how crazy they might sound. I would’ve never believed that I would manage to actually be stuck in a room with Hippo freaking Campus for over an hour. Or that I would get to hug Tom after seeing him live for the very first time and doing an interview with him. It all would’ve sounded way too crazy for me if someone would’ve told me about it a few years ago. But it all happened. And it did because I was willing to fight for it and try my best to reach all of my goals.

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And now that I’m back home, I get to really digest everything that happened and I noticed that after having been at that point of total happiness, of living the dream, there’s simply no way I can go back. I now know what it feels like to do the one thing you were always meant to do, you always dreamt about doing, and for me, there’s no way back now. And that’s totally fine. Even when I’ll be growing old, I don’t want to look back and just see this as the phenomenal time I had while being at uni. That’s just not how it goes. Because that’s simply not who I am. Not anymore, at least. I want the dream to become my life. Permanently.

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I often see people just walking around, living their life, not complaining much but also not doing anything overly exciting. They’re simply alive, doing what they’re supposed to do, earning the money they need to stay afloat and once in a while, they go on holiday or a weekend trip and that’s when they’re free and get to feel alive. And I don’t mean to sound like that’s something bad. I know people who’re extremely happy with their lives like that. They just have other dreams and goals than I do. Or than some other people.

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I remember back in school when my teachers would ask me what I wanted to do when I’m older and I always said that I wanted to move abroad, to London. I was 16. And I definitely received more than one strange look from my classmates after saying this. Because, at the age of 16, having the ultimate goal of moving abroad simply sounds strange. And crazy. But I really meant it. And still, I kind of thought that I was a bit weird, maybe also a bit delusional. Because I had never met anyone with the same ambitions as me. Maybe I was crazy.

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But then I moved to Vienna and met one dreamer after another. People like me, who also had those crazy dreams they were fighting for with all their power and will. And then I met Leni and now we’re moving to London together. We are doing exactly the one thing nobody ever really believed we would truly accomplish. But now that we have that, it’s “go bigger or go home”. Especially for me. I want to wake up every day happy about the fact that I get to go to work. I don’t want to always think “oh, I’m going to be happy or going to do that once I get home or once the weekend is here”. That’s not what I want from life. I mean, what a total waste of time. Why can’t we all be happy all the time? I mean, of course, we can’t, because we’re humans and we’ve all got our problems and struggles, but still. And after all this time, I think it’s more than okay to ask these questions. Because we all deserve to be happy with the life we are living.

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I know, this really turned into a huge philosophical post now (sorry), but that’s kind of what has been floating through my head the past weeks. Maybe because I miss the craziness that was BIMM and doing interviews and rushing from show to show. Another reason why I can’t wait to be back. But I think it’s also because I notice how more and more people are now actively ready to fight for their dreams. And I think that’s so damn important. One of my friends decided to move to London with Leni and me. Another one started a new program at university to fulfil her passion. And my mum quit her job and just started her own company. They all did what they had to do in order to be happy and I’m so damn proud of that. Some people might have told them that they are taking way too many risks or that it could all go wrong. And of course it could. But they’re all still here and probably happier than they were before. And isn’t that the most important part?

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What I want to say: it’s totally alright to want more from life. To dream big. To fight for what you believe in. To take risks in order to be happy. Do whatever you need to do in order to be happy. Seriously. It will all work out, I promise. Power to the local dreamer (yes, that’s a Twenty One Pilots line and, yes, I had to add that in).

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And with that I’m going to end today’s post. I hope that some of you could get a bit of reinforcement and strength out of my words. If any of you want to talk, please don’t hesitate to comment down below. And until then I wish you all a lovely week and thanks for reading. x

The Divide Tour – Part Two

Hola everyone.


Welcome back to my blog and to another Friday. I hope so far you’ve all had a great week and that you’re doing well. Before I get into today’s post, I want to apologize for not posting anything this Monday, like I had promised in my previous post. I went to a The 1975 gig in Vienna with my mum on that day, which was actually a little festival, so I didn’t get the time to write and post anything. I’m honestly so sorry. But better late than never, right? And yes, I’ll of course tell you everything about the gig later on. It was wayyyyy too good not to. But that’s for another day and another post.

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For today, I’d like to tell you all about the second Ed Sheeran concert me and my friend attended in Klagenfurt. As mentioned in my last post about the first show (click here), our plan was to camp outside for the first night to get to the front – which we pretty much nailed – and then to sit in front of the stadium throughout the whole second show and basically just listen to him from the outside. I mean, yes, we could’ve bought tickets for the second night as well, in theory. But first of all, it would’ve all gotten a bit expensive, and, secondly, I’ve always wanted to listen to a concert from outside a stadium. And it was so damn nice, I’m honestly so glad we really did that. I know, it might sound quite bland or boring, even I thought besides the show it would be quite uneventful, but oh wow, I was so wrong. Get ready and buckle up for a hell of a ride.

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Okay, so, we got to the stadium at half-past 8 at night, 30 minutes before Ed was supposed to come on stage. We quickly looked for the perfect spot to listen to the show and basically set up our whole camp once again. And yes, we had packed everything like we had for the first day – our blanket, the pizza (= our air mattress), food, drinks, basically everything we could take with us. And even just setting everything up in front of the venue was so much fun. I mean, imagine two girls inflating a huge pizza in front of a huge stadium, right at the entrance, surrounded by securities and other onlookers. The whole situation must have looked so hilarious to others, but we were just standing there, laughing and crying at the same time, while holding up a pizza slice made of plastic, and not caring about anyone or anything. Which was also kind of our mantra for the whole night. We had the biggest fun, no matter how many strange looks we got from other people. And it wasn’t like we were alone there. The whole space outside the stadium had turned into a huge sightseeing hotspot as soon as Ed had started playing. At one point, there was literally a group of cyclers who stopped by to listen to the show for a bit. And they weren’t the only ones. Parents came with their kids. A few couples settled down on blankets next to us. Other fans came to listen to Ed too, just like us. Usually, when I attend concerts, I never think that there could actually be people outside, listening as well. But there are. Far more than I would’ve ever imagined.

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Overall, the whole night was one of the funniest and craziest adventures I’ve ever had. As always, Ed was absolutely freaking brilliant, even though we couldn’t see him. But we could hear him, very well actually, and it was just so nice to hear his voice so clearly. In the past, I’ve always asked myself how his show would sound like from the outside. Now I know. It sounds like heaven. And hearing the whole crowd sing and scream with and for him was so magical. The power he has, this normal, but crazily talented guy from a teeny-tiny village in the UK, is absolutely mind-blowing.

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And although we were sitting outside and Ed was in there, we still partied like he was standing right in front of us. We sang, we clapped and we danced like there was no tomorrow. Again, we must have looked like the craziest weirdos ever. But also the happiest ones. I’m pretty sure you know you’re having the time of your life when you either can’t stop laughing or grinning. And that’s exactly what we did in those two hours.

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But that wasn’t the only thing. Because, at the end, we did something neither of us had planned. Something that might even be kind of illegal (???). A teeny-tiny bit, maybe. You can probably guess what I mean. Yes, exactly. We sneaked in, right before the end. And it was literally the best thing ever. Just to mention, I hope I don’t get into trouble for saying this now, but as far as I can say, it was the best idea we had and I don’t regret it one bit.

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When we got to the venue, I quickly made the plan to ask the security to let us in for the encore. Which I quickly discarded again as soon as I saw another person try exactly that. Needless to say, it didn’t really work out. They didn’t let him in. So I needed another plan. The plan to wait for our chance and to sneak in. And the chance came. I won’t explain how exactly it all worked out, but let me just say that people walking out of a concert BEFORE it’s even over (which irritates me every single time I see it happening) can be quite distracting for securities. So distracting that they don’t give notice to two girls slowly walking and then running past them at full speed in the opposite direction than everyone else.

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So, we ran into the stadium and I swear, the moment we got to the crowd and we could see Ed on stage, it felt like we had just stepped into heaven. Naturally, we both started to scream like some super crazy weirdos, but that’s just what I call having a completely reasonable and natural reaction to seeing Ed freaking Sheeran. So we screamed and clapped and sang to the last 30 seconds of You Need Me, I Don’t Need You and then it was all over again. Ed left the stage, we both looked at each other and then we just started to laugh. We really had managed to see him one last time. And right then and there, we definitely were the two happiest people in the room.

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Until today, I can’t really believe that all of this happened. That we really waited for such a long time outside and got through it, still being healthy and happy. That we saw Ed this close. That we even saw Ed. And that we managed to see him a second time, even just for a tiny bit and even though we weren’t really supposed to. Overall, those days in Klagenfurt have definitely become one of the biggest adventures I’ve ever had and I’ll honestly never forget any of it. And I’ll definitely tell my kids about this some time.

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But for now, I hope that you enjoyed reading about this crazy, little adventure. As always, please don’t hesitate to leave your comments and thoughts down below. And, of course, I wish you all a fantastic weekend and thanks for reading. x

By the Shore

Hola everyone.


How are we all doing? I hope you’ve all had a good week so far. On my behalf, I’m currently spending a few nice days with my mum here in Brighton and visiting the Great Escape festival, which I’m honestly so excited about. I can’t believe I’ll really be seeing HalfNoise and The Jungle Giants. Who would have thought that I’d ever be able to experience them live? Certainly not me. Which makes all of this even crazier.

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But now, let’s jump to today’s topic… as some of you might know, my best friend Leni recently visited me as well, which I was and still am so damn happy about. And it was actually kind of freaky too, thinking that we’ll both move to London together in a few months. Among all the awesome stuff we did during the time she was here, we went on this one special trip to the Brighton Marina, where we went on a little walk next to the sea and the cliffs, which was absolutely stunning. I had never been to such a place before, so obviously I had to take my camera with me to snap a few pictures, which is actually the purpose of this post. Because today, I’d like to share my favourite snaps of that day with you. As always, I hope you enjoy them and please don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts and comments down below. And until then I wish you all a great weekend and thanks for reading. x

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Hello 2019

Hola everyone.


I know, I know, where the hell have I been? I’m so sorry for not positing anything for such a long time, but I thought it was the best to kind of just relax during the holidays and concentrate on spending my time with my family and friends at home. But now that I’m back in Brighton, I thought it was time to come out of my hole again. So, welcome back, guys, and hello 2019.

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Now that I’ve been here for a week already, I have to say it feels like I’ve never been away, which is both good and sad. To be honest, I wasn’t in a really good state after I got here. I don’t think I’ve ever missed my home this much. But I’ve been talking a lot to my family and my friends, videochatting with my mum and stuff and now that uni has started again and I’ve got more stuff to do, I’ve been feeling better every single day. So yeah, back to business, right?

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But enough of me – how were your holidays, Christmas and New Year’s Eve? Did you get to spend time with your family as well? I’m literally so happy that I got to be home for a whole month. It’s crazy how, when you leave your home and then come back again, you start to appreciate it all so much more. I mean, I’m honestly the luckiest person ever. We are the luckiest people, seriously. At least from my perspective. I’m so utterly grateful for my home and my family and my friends and just everyone and everything in my life. I think we as people often forget to appreciate those things and people we have around us everyday. Having dinner with your family. Having a comfy, warm bed to lie down in after a long day. Having a dog or a cat sitting next to you, who love you to the moon and back. Sometimes we all forget that all of this isn’t self-evident. Most people would probably do anything to have what most of us have and sometimes we kind of just forget about that. And that’s basically what the holidays and the time I got to spent at home taught me – to be more grateful for everyone and everything and to share happiness and love. At the end of the day, that’s the most important thing.

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Bet you missed my deep, philosophical talks, right? Feels amazing to be back, honestly. I can’t wait to share all that has happened during my month at home with you and continue chatting about music and movies and more. I’ve missed you guys and being on here so much. This is literally my little home on the internet and I’m so grateful for that.

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As always, I hope you’re all doing good and wish you an amazing week. If you’ve got any questions or anything else or if you just want to talk, please don’t hesitate to leave a comment down below. And, of course, thanks for reading. And again, welcome back, thanks for being here. x

What’s Up

Hola everyone.


How are you guys? You know, today I was sat in front my laptop, thinking about today’s post and what I wanted to chat with you guys about. And then I remembered that actually a long time has passed since I just chatted to you and told you about everything that has been going on in my life. So, that’s exactly what I want to do today. Let’s chat.

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Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. Recently my head has been completely full of all the things I’m doing and planning on doing right now. My last month of uni has just started and I’m already in the middle of studying for my finals and it’s kind of driving me crazy. I mean, it’s seriously already the last month of uni. And then I’m finished. Then I’m one of those people who actually have a degree, a Bachelor’s degree. How weird does that sound? I still remember the end of school like it was yesterday and now I’m already finishing uni. God, that’s crazy.

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And then it’s just two months until I move to Brighton. Holy moly, where does all this time go? God, I’m sounding like a grandma. The funny thing is, I’m not as stressed as I thought I would be. Maybe that’s because I just have so many things to do that I don’t even have time to worry. Okay, well, that’s not hundred percent right. I mean, I’m kind of worrying if I’ll ever find a place to stay in Brighton – I still haven’t found anything, please help – and if I’ll have enough time to study for my exams. Which is pretty much nonsense, as I, like I said, have already began to study. The thing is that in two weeks, I’ll actually be working at a festival, for the whole week, so I’m kind of studying now so I can relax a bit there. And god guys, I can’t even tell you how excited I am. I mean, that’s literally everything that I want to do with my career – work at festivals, meet bands, write about that, go to concerts, listen to music all day and meet hundreds of new people. What a dream come true. I’m still pretty baffled that I seriously get the chance to work there, it’s going to be so freaking amazing. I can’t wait.

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Besides that I’m also already so looking forward to summer. I’ll be working at home, which means I’ll get to spend as much time as possible with my family and friends, which is so important to me, seeing as I’m moving away. And I’ve got so many concerts scheduled. First I’ll get to see Martijn again at an EDM festival, which I’m so excited for. And then there are the two concerts of Ed, for which I’m already counting the days until the day has finally come, and then my mum and I are attending Sziget festival again and just four days after that we’re visiting one of Justin Timberlake’s concerts, which, being totally honest, is well overdue. I can’t even tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. Far too long.

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And of course, like I already mentioned, I’m trying to spend as much time with my family and friends as possible. But I’m honestly not as worried as I thought I would be. It’s probably because due to Berlin I already know how it feels to move to a different city and different country all on my own. And I know that I’ll be able to keep in contact with all of them, todays technologies just make it so easy. But that’s also why I’m probably most worried about my pets, because I just can’t call them or send them a message or even just explain the situation to them. I wish I could just cram our whole house into my suitcase and take them with me. I’m just happy that uni allows us so many free weeks during the holidays, so the longest I’ll be away will be four months and I actually think that’s not that bad. But honestly, I’m kind of far more excited for this new chapter in my life and this huge step than I’m scared of it. It’s going to be unbelievably fantastic, I can already tell. And until then I’ll just try to make the most of the time I get to be at home.

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So yeah guys, that’s pretty much everything that’s currently going on in my life. What’s up with yours? I’d be really happy to hear from you, so please don’t hesitate to leave your comments down below. And until then I wish you all an amazing weekend, hope that you enjoyed this little post and, as always, thanks for reading. x