Where are you from?

This one is going to get a bit philosophical.

I get that question a lot: Where are you from?
Especially when I move to a new place and get to know a lot of new people. I should be used to it, you think, but no I’m not. It is the most bothering question to me.

Yes I can tell you which country my passport was issued of, yes I can tell where I was born, I can list all the countries I’ve visited and I can list all the countries I’ve lived in.
But where am I from?
I have no idea.

I am a mix of all the countries on that list (believe me it’s not a long one). But as someone who lived in 3 countries in the short 20 years of her life it is hard to just say the country I was born as an answer. Because I am not only that country.
If I would only say I am from there, that wouldn’t match the person I am now. Maybe the one i was before I moved away from there.

It’s not hard to say that the last 2 countries formed my character more than the country that my passport is issued of, aka my so called “the land I was born”.
And I didn’t name those countries so far (maybe you’ve read them before on the blog) but I can name them for you for further examples.

I was born in Hungary, moved to Germany when I was 12 and moved to England for almost a year at the age of 19.
And especially in England I got asked so many times where I am from.
My answer usually is: I was born in Hungary, but lived almost half of my life in Germany and now I am here.
I admit, I died a bit every time I said it.

I am not ashamed to say I am from Hungary, or to even say I am from Germany (even though that wouldn’t be 100% right) but I just don’t feel like a Hungarian or a German.

Germany has definitely formed my character more than Hungary did, but that’s just fair since I moved there at the age of 12. And I still don’t feel more German than Hungarian. And i don’t feel Hungarian at all.

An amazing German comedian said to the question “do you feel more Turkish or German?”: Mostly as a human.
and with that I can 100% agree.

So now I am adressing the person who is going to ask me this in the future: It’s not important where I am from, it’s important where I am going.

My minimalistic goals

In a few days I am leaving this beautiful country and I am moving back to Germany.
Yes, I am sad and happy the same time.

Finally I am going to have my own flat where I can do whatever I want to! No more peaking around the corner if I forgot to bring my fresh clothes after a shower.
And this also means I can finally sort out my life with ALL my belongings.
Actually this already started three weeks ago when I went there for a weekend to sort out a lot of stuff. (Built an IKEA wardrobe and basically threw away 3 carloads of rubbish.)

My goals for the first week in my new home:

1. Sort out wardrobe and count the items i own. Make lists of: Need to get and need to throw away over time.
Now you are possibly thinking: what? She says “minimalistic” and “need to get” in the same post? Yes I do, because I still need some wardrobe basics.

2. Find an organisation for my digital stuff

3. Organise papers in different folders

4. Organise kitchen completely. Lists of need to get and throw away.

5. Make a nice study and work space.

6. Declutter bathroom.

7. Throw away beddings.
We got a lot of not matching beddings!

8. Declutter lounge “stuff”.
We got a lot of “stuff” for the lounge. Candles, decorations, and so on.

And of course I’m going to keep you updated how I am getting along with my decluttering!

 

Update

Hi!

I’ve been very busy exploring, packing and spending time with friends the past few days, so I thought I would update you on how my packing is going.
I’ve got a 26 kg check-in suitcase and a hand luggage suitcase.
So far the big one is half full and I’ve got a pile to give away, a pile that goes back to a friend and starbucks. And a pile “maybe” which I am only taking if I’ve got some space left.

Let me tell you one thing: IT IS SO HARD TO PACK 10 MONTHS OF YOUR LIFE IN 2 SUITCASES!

The minimalists

I am writing this post shortly after I’ve finished watching the documentary from the minimalists.

I am emotional after watching that. I am sad, mad, happy and motivated. All at once.

To be fair I need to tell you something: I never watch television. When someone is watching it, I don’t have a problem with watching it with them. I don’t have a problem with going to the cinema with people.
I just literally can’t be bothered to turn the TV on.

But I did it tonight. And watched “minimalism: the documentary about the important things“.

I am speechless. I am speechless because of the truth that is thrown in your face by all the people who contributed to that film.

And believe me, I don’t like if someone is too sure about their beliefs. I think a small part of you should always question every step you take and analyse it. (Don’t get me wrong, overanalysing is horrible.)
With that I mean those people who come to you and think their beliefs are the healthiest, happyest and simply the best and you only think: ahh shut up, let’s talk about the weather.

And let me tell you one thing: these two guys from “the minimalists” are not like that at all.

All in all I really enjoyed watching the documentary and would recomment it to everyone.

5 things I’ve learned about shopping

Back in Germany I was still at school and just didn’t have the money to go shopping like I do now.

Moving to England I got a job and obviously this opened the door to my old obsession: fashion. And I went shopping. Every month. And my wardrobe (which was very small and cheap) doubled or even tripled.

And as I go I always analyse what I did right, what went wrong and these are the 5 lessons what I’ve learned whilst doing that.

1. Lesson

Don’t be afraid to invest in basics. I used to rely on primark or H&M jeans. And i wore them to death. Lesson learned: I always wear black and denim jeans. Skinny, high waisted. And it is definitely worth spending 40-60£ instead of 15£ on these stable basics.


2. Lesson

Learn how to care for your clothes. Easily said, but harder than you think. This begins with checking the lables and ends with looking at the piece and knowing it’s not gonna survive your everyday wash cycle.


3. Lesson

Goes hand in hand with the 2. one. I needed to learn to look at the lables. No wonder I’ve been sweating like crazy in the basically 100% plastic shirt.


4. Lesson

Never. Buy. Things. In. Primark. Okay some things are okay. I live in my 3 year old primark sports tights. And since i’m not taking sports that serious i’d rather spend 40£ on my whole workout gear in primark than a lot more and buy Nike, Adidas, etc. Because I just don’t need longlasting and amazing workout gear. But when it comes to normal clothes…
I spent 60£ on summer outfits and had to throw away 80% because it went in in a 30 celsius washing. Not cool.

5. Lesson


Do not buy thinks you don’t love 100%. To be fair I needed to build up a basic wardrobe and stop being blinded by the ability to go shopping this often to start with this rule. And I ended up donating my summer stuff after wearing it 3-5 times because I didn’t like it that much. And now I’m literally banging my head against the wall. Even if it was a 7 Pounds shirt from primark. I’d rather spend 40 on a shirt I love and going to wear until it rips apart than spending a very little amount of money on a shirt which is going to end up on the donate pile unworn.As I said in number 1. Some clothes are investments.

Brighton

I’m really cautious to say “this is my favourite…”. And to be fair, I’ve got a lot of things I absolutely love, but I rarely say something is my favourite. It’s just such a big word in my opinion.

But when it comes to Brighton, I can almost say it is my favourite city.
Last week I hopped on the train and visited Brighton again.
As soon as I left the train my heart started to flutter, my eyes became stingy with tears and I felt incredibly happy.

I was so lucky with the weather, we had beautiful sunshine, 18 celsius the whole day. I was really hoping for a nice sunset, but unfortunately it became too foggy for that in the evening.

Brighton makes me happy, that’s why I have to make sure to get there once more before I leave this pretty country on the third of April.

First post

As a child I’ve always been a hoarder.
I collected empty whine bottles, toys I hated, toilet rolls and so on.

Funny enough, when I moved to Germany at the age of 12 everything changed.
I threw away half of the stuff I had.

And here I am now, moved to England 10 months ago with a suitcase, 21 kg of my stuff I’m going to need. No hand luggage. Only 21 kg.
No bedroom at home, just a few boxes with my stuff.

And recently I’ve realised I need an organized home and an easy overview of the things I own. My brain just works that way and it calms me to be in a tidy, logically built, symmetric and well organised environment.
This is how I came across minimalism, the life changing magic of tidying and a lot of youtubers.

This is my story so far for the first post.