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this isn't a reset it's just tuesday

 

 

coucou !

 

this is the first post on the little internet corner i now call mine.

if we’ve never met, i’m glad we’re meeting here. if we have - hey, look at us again.

either way, thanks for being here. it means a lot.

i’m kiki. i’m 22, neurodivergent, used to live everywhere, currently live in paris, and i write things - mostly to understand myself better.

sometimes they come out like diary entries, sometimes like poems. sometimes like grocery lists with emotional undertones.

 

you can click the about me page if you’re dying to know my sun sign, academic path, tragic flaws, or favorite pasta shape.

but here’s the short version:

i’m someone who’s been moving around a lot. and now i want to stay.

not forever necessarily. just long enough to feel like my things belongs somewhere again.

or more precisely, like i belong somewhere again.

 

i haven’t lived anywhere properly in two years.

sure, i’ve had “homes” - in the sand, in airports, in other people’s living rooms, but all of that is temporary in a way, and it definitely felt that way always.

right now? i just want carpet and a sock drawer. maybe a tea kettle.

a place that doesn’t feel like it might vanish as soon as i start to care about it too much.

 

so i picked a place - yes, it’s paris.

it's a little on the nose, maybe, i know - but what can i say?

sometimes you follow the cliché and hope it surprises you.

sometimes you trust your gut even when it feels like it has a terrible track record.

and besides, i feel like reinventing something that people already lived out before my eyes has its charme.

 

and no, i’m not here to sell you a parisian fantasy.

i cannot see the eiffel tower from my bedroom window, and i have no intention of buying a croissant anytime soon (i am very lactose intolerant)

i take the metro, it smells weird each time,

and i get homesick in three different languages.

but still, i like it here. it's about as imperfect as i am, as imperfect as this blog will ever be.

 

this page isn’t about having life figured out.

it’s about being 22 and trying.

about giving my thoughts a place to live (and giving my notes app a break)

 

when i started writing this, i tried my best to sound as poetic as possible, and as professional as my words would allow. but turns out, i have decided to go rogue on here. from one gen-z to the other

(unless of course, you're old, that would be a different story. in that case, maybe you can relate out of a...nostalgic perpective?)

 

with that being said, you probably won't find advice columns on here, or resources that have any actual value other than the mere enjoyment of 10 minutes away from all that you're trying to uphold

 

so welcome.

feel free to lurk, laugh, cry, or message me about which pasta shape is objectively the best (spoiler: it’s conchiglie).

or tell me what city made you feel like yourself again. or which notebook you keep buying even though you never fill them.

 

stick around.

it might get interesting.

and even if it doesn’t, we’ll at least be bored together.