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Sorry an alle die kein Englisch sprechen bzw. lesen können. Aber dieser Post kann nicht in Deutsch sein. Das fühlt sich falsch an.

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Last June, I found myself in a semi-untouched corner of Indonesia, sketching surf bars, salt-soaked hair, and French flirtations into blog posts. It was that kind of trip — a perfect chaos of late nights, salty breezes, and a girl making paradise her playground.

And now? Not exactly one year later, the energy feels softer. Not gone, just evolved.

Back then, I wrote: “It's me… Hi! I’m the problem, it’s me.”

And yes, sometimes I still am. But this time, I’m also the solution. The one who knows when the party’s not worth it. Who can stand at the edge of the dance floor and not need to be seen to feel seen.

Sri Lanka gave me waves too — and tbh, they weren’t all ocean-made. Some were the kind you feel in your chest when you choose stillness over noise. Or truth over performance.

The traveler in me didn’t change — she just dropped a few layers of armor and picked up a little more grace.

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