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[william @wiloverdawn]

— Writing Logs.

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@derickdawn That’s right. Everything will be okay, brother.

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@myceleverdawn Hello my sister Mycel!

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My first post. Soon my first mention, who’s gonna be the volunteer?

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@witheverdawn 🪪

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— Prologue.

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[william @wiloverdawn]

Now I live in Montreux, Switzerland. I love the lake here. Especially in the late afternoon, when the sunlight starts disappearing behind the mountains and everything becomes quieter. I like walking without having anywhere particular to go. I like small cafés, quiet bookstores, rainy afternoons, and those ordinary moments that nobody would think are worth remembering.

I also work here. I’m a guest relations specialist at a boutique hotel in Montreux. It wasn’t exactly the career I imagined for myself when I was younger but somehow it suits me more than I expected.

My job is making sure guests are comfortable. Helping them find somewhere to eat, arranging reservations, remembering preferences, recommending places to visit, and many more. Sometimes it’s just noticing that someone looks tired and asking if there’s anything they need. The job mostly related to people. It’s kind of funny an introverted person like me can doing well on this job.

Maybe because I notice small things about people without meaning to. The drink they always order, the songs they skip, the little change in their voice when they’re tired, I can remember things people have forgotten they ever told me.

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— Prologue.

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[william @wiloverdawn]

I wasn’t born an Everdawn initially. I was adopted into the Everdawn family when I was young. My memories from those first days are blurry now, but I remember little things more clearly than I remember the exact events. Someone calling my name from downstairs, the smell of food coming from the kitchen, a light being left on for me when I stayed awake too late.

I remember being afraid of taking up too much space. I used to apologize for things that didn’t need an apology. For coming home late, for taking something from the kitchen, for being in a room when someone else might have wanted it. I think some part of me was always afraid that if I became too difficult, too needy, or too much, and I might somehow lose the place I’d been given.

Mama always noticed.

She would look at me like I’d said something completely ridiculous and remind me that I didn’t need permission to belong in my own home. I didn’t believe her immediately but I’m getting better.

[william @wiloverdawn]

Now I live in Montreux, Switzerland. I love the lake here. Especially in the late afternoon, when the sunlight starts disappearing behind the mountains and everything becomes quieter. I like walking without having anywhere particular to go. I like small cafés, quiet bookstores, rainy afternoons, and those ordinary moments that nobody would think are worth remembering.

I also work here. I’m a guest relations specialist at a boutique hotel in Montreux. It wasn’t exactly the career I imagined for myself when I was younger but somehow it suits me more than I expected.

My job is making sure guests are comfortable. Helping them find somewhere to eat, arranging reservations, remembering preferences, recommending places to visit, and many more. Sometimes it’s just noticing that someone looks tired and asking if there’s anything they need. The job mostly related to people. It’s kind of funny an introverted person like me can doing well on this job.

Maybe because I notice small things about people without meaning to. The drink they always order, the songs they skip, the little change in their voice when they’re tired, I can remember things people have forgotten they ever told me.

[william @wiloverdawn]

I wasn’t born an Everdawn initially. I was adopted into the Everdawn family when I was young. My memories from those first days are blurry now, but I remember little things more clearly than I remember the exact events. Someone calling my name from downstairs, the smell of food coming from the kitchen, a light being left on for me when I stayed awake too late.

I remember being afraid of taking up too much space. I used to apologize for things that didn’t need an apology. For coming home late, for taking something from the kitchen, for being in a room when someone else might have wanted it. I think some part of me was always afraid that if I became too difficult, too needy, or too much, and I might somehow lose the place I’d been given.

Mama always noticed.

She would look at me like I’d said something completely ridiculous and remind me that I didn’t need permission to belong in my own home. I didn’t believe her immediately but I’m getting better.

[william @wiloverdawn]

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[william @wiloverdawn]

— Prologue.

[william @wiloverdawn]

— Writing Logs.

[william @wiloverdawn]

Sometimes I wonder if people really know me, or if they’ve only met the version of me that stands under bright lights.

At home, I’m just Wilo, and I love it when my family call me Wilo.

If I had to describe myself, I’d probably say I’m like a stray cat. I keep my distance until I feel safe. I wander around on my own, disappear when I need space, and somehow always end up curled on the sofa at home. Maybe that’s why I like sitting there so much because it feels like my own little corner of the world.

People think I’m calm, but I’m honestly more timid than they expect. Horror movies? Absolutely not; I hate it so much. Heights make my legs weak. Thunder and lightning still make me flinch, a little bit. My room is always dark too. Blackout curtains are one of the best things I’ve ever bought because I can’t stand sleeping with light sneaking in.

I have little habits I don’t even realize I’m doing until someone points them out.

I pick at my hands when I’m thinking.

I’m pretty stubborn when it comes to food. I’ll never understand Hawaiian pizza or mint chocolate. I believe some things just aren’t meant to exist together, but if you hand me gummy candy, I will probably accept it before I remember my dentist told me to stop eating them. (I still sneak a few every now and then. Please don’t tell them.)

I don’t cook often, but I’m strangely proud of my kimchi fried rice and miso soup. They are a few things I can confidently say I can make them really well.

When I was younger, I think I was an easy kid to raise. At least that’s how I’d rate myself. I never caused much trouble. The biggest arguments were probably with my older brother or Papa. We fought like normal family, but somehow we had one silent agreement: no hitting the face. Looking back, it’s reassuring that neither of us ever questioned that rule.

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@Rowendawn Do it easy, brother. I don’t go anywhere tho. Having a good mood while talking or interacting is always the best.

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@myceleverdawn No, get away from me.
*I’m traumatized with “that” film

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@jenaeverdawn Are you a fortune teller, my sister? Because your reading kind of spot on. Thanks for the lovely wish, hope your brother here can find love he deserves to have sooner or later.

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Can you believe tomorrow is Monday already? Sighs. Way too fast.

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@jenaeverdawn Second one! Tell me. Is it alright for me to call you Jen for short, sister?

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@JeanEverdawn The first one for my brother Jean! Do you like ice cream?