I see. It has been a bit less than one year since I deactivated my Barefoot in Luxembourg. I was feeling kind of demotivated after years of having hundreds of followers on my Splinder blog. I started to be a blogger when Chiara Ferragni was yet to get her third grade and my blog was a kind of extremely personal stream of consciousness totally separate from my day-to-day life. Most of my friends barely knew I had a blog and there, there, yes, I could have been the kind of person I was not in my real life, myself. Splinder closed and at the same time my life went off a new dimension. Happier, for sure, but in some ways less interesting. This, probably, was one of the reasons because I was feeling frustrated: I did not have enough things to tell my people about.

Then I realized. Things changed, outside. I am married, well behaving most of the time, out of the range of extremely creative ways to evolve my current job. But. I am still travelling, physically and with my mind. I am still going crazy for childish things, still addicted to reality shows and still with a 2.55 in my bucket list before buying an house. What more?

I attended My Little Fashion Diary blog class yesterday, at House 17, here in Luxembourg. It had on me the same effect of the juniors’ introduction at university. I will never be a fashion blogger, this is for sure – I still miss an Antigona, a Reflex and a MacBook on my knees -, but isn’t my Moleskine more fashion, gosh?

This is gonna be, once again, a semi serious chronicle of my Luxembourg crazy life – whatever it means.