Now that I know I have bipolar disorder, I feel even closer to #Cruella. I’m not sure what kind of disorder she would actually have, but that’s not really the point
#India, 2024 🌞🕉️🪷
It’s funny — when my husband and I were leaving India, we were complaining and saying we’d probably never come back.
But now, remembering everything… the little apartment by the coast with the constant sound of waves, the prices in the shops, the photos we took there — it makes me want to return.
I found a huge amount of photos from India, and that country definitely taught me and inspired me in many ways.
Hmm… now I kind of want to tell some stories about it too.
And maybe also show what’s enjoyable about living in “third world countries” ⛺️
I chickened out of going to #India.
I was planning to fly to Chandigarh and take a bus from there to Kasol — a small town in the Indian Himalayas. I’d even already mapped out a route through the Parvati Valley 🐚
India is always a challenge. A real test of endurance. And for a solo trip — especially as a pretty girl — it also means constantly staying alert, being careful, watching every look around you.
And then, one day before the trip, lying on white hotel sheets in an expensive hotel and trying not to get sick after suddenly going from endless +24°C weather to cold and snow… I realized I just wasn’t ready for India.
Not ready to live in грязь, stay on guard all the time, worry about unwanted attention, and hide all my valuables.
So I bought a ticket to Kathmandu 🇳🇵
At first it felt like I was being weak. Like I gave up.
But then I realized — maybe this is what self-care and self-love actually look like 🩶
🎞️ Photos from my life in India in 2024
Is your dad a glassmaker by any chance? 🪸
This was probably the most expensive hotel I’ve ever stayed in. Not like the toilet was made of gold, but the design, the space, the buffet selection, the spa, the outdoor heated pool…
Anyway, I really felt like I was living the “good life.”
My dad’s been doing well lately, so he can afford to treat me like this.
I wouldn’t say it’s something I value deeply, but compared to the past few years in Asia, it was definitely nice.
I even shot a small set in the room — those glass lamps were just too beautiful to resist ^^
What did it teach me? Probably that cleanliness, a soft bed, and a beautiful environment still matter — even if you really want to believe that it’s more about “how” than “where” 👞