It’s been a month since I last updated. In this month, I’ve settled down in Freiburg, burnt some of my meals, indulged in some beer at the Oktoberfest in Munich, experienced autumn, kicked heaps of crispy and golden-brown leaves, traveled to hedonistic Amsterdam where vices run wild and rampant in the Red Light District, trekked in steep and treacherous paths for a good 22km in the Black Forest and whatnot.
I feel like I’m undergoing some form of metamorphosis, like a cocoon waiting to break out of its shell. This change is big and positive. Just wait.