mira meets world

Mismatched chairs, a coffee that’s slightly too bitter, and a clearly homemade chocolate croissant. My view for the last two hours.

I came to this coffee shop for two reasons. First of all, to escape my apartment, with all the half-finished tasks and the things that desperately have to be done, but I don’t have the energy for right now. And second, I wanted to feel like those super good-looking Insta girlies, who have their life figured out, work as digital nomads, with a big income, a perfect boyfriend, and lots of luxurious travel.

I like my life, but every now and then, I need the illusion that my life is perfect and easy. So that I can clear my head, dream of all the cool projects that await, and forget for a short moment about all the things I should do to get there.

For example: I’m moving. Again. It’s not the first time, so I thought I’d be used to it by now, have a routine, know when to pack what. But sometimes packing my things into boxes feels so heavy that my body just doesn’t want to move. So I end up staring into the air, just dreaming about all the possible decorations and how I could decorate it, until I get slightly bored, so I pull out my phone, open Pinterest and look for even more beautiful ideas. I scroll and pin. Three hours pass. The room is planned. Not a single box is packed.

My coffee is cold, the croissant is gone, and I leave the café.