Do you ever feel like life is just a series of events unfolding before your eyes, while you stand there, watching?
Like time slips through your fingers, and you're already missing the moment before it’s even gone—sometimes, even while it’s still happening?
I feel like that often.
The past year and a half have been the most chaotic of my life.
I say that with gratitude. As a child, I used to tell my mother, I just want to be busy. That was my wish.
Well, I got my wish—and then some.
These last two years have introduced me to a whole new level of busy.
Last week, I was in Copenhagen, working like I was running a marathon.
This week, I’m searching for an apartment, attending my Sustainability in Design course, and being reminded, once again, that we should change the world.
I’ve also started my master’s thesis—or at least, I’ve opened a folder and written a To-Do list for it.
It’s a deeply philosophical topic—one that keeps me awake at night.
Tomorrow, I’ll be at the gym early. Then an appointment. Then classes.
Then a yoga session I booked to remind myself to breathe.
On Wednesday, I fly to Spain.
I’ll have dinners, soak up new energy, and study for exams—four hours a day, at least.
I’m going to see Granada, the city of flamenco, gypsy art, and raw passion.
Then, I return to Milan for my Tuesday classes. After that, I head to Bucharest for my birthday. Then, it’s Milan Design Week. My mom will visit, and we’ll weave between Florence and Bologna, in between endless events.
As soon as she leaves, I fly back to Copenhagen—for a psy-trance festival.
Then, a few days of work—to cover some of these expenses.
Then back to Milan. Then, maybe Berlin—
But honestly, I need a break.
I’ve barely seen my apartment this year. And this is an important year.
I’m about to finish my master’s degree.
I already know I’ll be in Copenhagen this summer.
But June and July? I’m grounding myself. No flights. No trips.
Just study. Gym. Repeat.
I have to. I promised myself a break.
Though, I’ve finally learned how to function at full speed while constantly moving.
That’s an achievement in itself—learning to deliver, even in motion.
It took pressure. It took endless deadlines. It took stress.
But I figured it out.
Maybe that’s the real lesson of my master’s degree.
Because with Milan offering such cheap flights to Copenhagen, how was I ever going to stay still?
So, thanks, Politecnico. Indirectly, you taught me this.
But these next three months, I want stillness.
Because life is happening, and sometimes, I feel like I’m just watching it.
I already miss this room.
This place where I doubted whether I should move to Milan.
This place that became my home.
I remember wondering, in those early days—
Will this ever feel like home?
And it does.
It has been my safe space.
My shelter for long nights of work.
A witness to so many stories.
And now, I have to leave it.
But it has served its purpose—it held me while I studied in Bovisa.
Now, I need something closer to the center.
Still, I wish I could do it all over again.
I’m so grateful. For everything.
As for the future—I want to stay in Milan a little longer.
I need to complete my internship, and I want to do it here.
I want to speak Italian, eat the best food in the world, and breathe in—
Well, terrible air.
(Milan, unfortunately, has some of the worst air quality in the world.)
I wonder—if I lived life at a slower pace, would I enjoy it more?
Some people say yes. Some say no.
I’m not sure.
Because I thrive in this.
Not in chaos, exactly—because my chaos is structured.
Every plan is detailed. Every move is deliberate.
But my life is full. And I love that.
Some people tell me they could never live this way.
And that’s okay.
But never compare yourself to anyone.
And never feel bad for doing what makes you feel alive.
We have one life—one that we know of.
So do everything.
Say everything.
Live so fully that, one day, when you slow down,
you can close your eyes and smile, knowing you lived it all.
Until then—
See you around.
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