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For the first ten years or so, journaling felt like an extension of my life. I knew exactly what I wanted to write.

Since returning to Greece, I have been trying to read every day. I have hardly watched any political or brainrot videos in the last ten days, and it feels good.

A new piece that I drew recently.

An unfortunate delay.

Snowy hills.

On reading books.

A few thoughts on the next year.

Before visiting Cardiff, we went to the city of Bath, located in Somerset, South West England.

A few months later, in cold and windy Cardiff, Wales, we stumbled upon the old Norwegian Church Arts Centre, nestled in the heart of Cardiff Bay.

That winter in Thessaloniki was quite cold, but Athens greeted us with almost summer heat.

The rain was pouring, the cat was sitting, and all the small, precious things around me and inside my strange life were connecting to each other.

I decided to start this blog to track my progress and reflect on things that are happening, and have happened, in my life.