This is a small glimpse of where I grew up. In the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by forests and fields of green. The air always filled with the smell of leaves and dirt. The winters cold, which forced my family and me to sit in front of the fireplace. My parents house has three of them. I use the see my own breath in the morning as I woke up seeing frost on my bedroom window out of my traditional bedstee. My highschool was a bike ride of 50 minutes, one way. My life was dominated by animals. I raised sheeps, played with the dogs, cuddled with the cats and fed the horses. I climbed the trees, made huts in the cornfields and stared at the starry night sky. I didn’t had a lot of friends, so I spend my time learning all about the creatures that live in ponds. I can also play Mozart and Chopin for you on the piano. The sound of cows and tractors is something I miss since I live in a city centre. I always find the turbulence of a big city exciting, aggressive, luring and appealing, although only for a couple of days. I need to breath air and feel grass under my feet. This is where I feel truly at home.
The dress I am wearing use to be of my mom. My boots are from Ivy Revel and my hat from Asos
