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Welcome to The Halfnerd Girl! Who am I? Alice: expert daydreamer, fashion freak, Ravenclaw and severe book nerd. I have a huge interest in photography and travelling the world - also, I drink a lot of lattes. I'm a Nordic who grew up in southern Europe so think of me as a viking with a(n occasional)tan...uhm...also, I'm kind of wierd. Enjoy and follow if you do! Hugs and Kisses Instagram
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Yesterday the snow started falling outside my window, indicating that we're about to have some form of proper winter after all. I check the weather forecast on my dashboard and see little clouds with snowflakes for the rest of the week and part of me rejoices because snow makes the dreary days of January a little prettier. But then as I'm clicking around on tumblr or pinterest I stumble across pictures like these and something else tugs at my heartstrings. I reckon its a mixture of wanderlust and a form homesickness. I suddenly long for those days when you wake up and the sun is shining and the grass is wet with little dew droplets and you hear cicadas chirping in the bushes by your window - a vision that I associate with childhood, living abroad and certainly these pictures above. To spend a day walking in a southern French village with warm cobblestone streets, vivacious market vendors and balconies overflowing with greenery. To eat lunch on a rickety wrought iron table under a white parasol. To feel sunlight on your face and your arms and catch the whiff of bakeries as you pass by. All these things do not only remind me travelling but also home. To think that I once used to live in places like these is such a wonderful thought. Sometimes it all seems so distant, only accessible through blurry childhood memories. But when I see photographs like these, that time wedge becomes smaller and the fickle sense of deja-vu manifests itself into something almost palpable and I'm filled with longing to be there right this second. I have to be back. Soon. I'll make sure of it. I just have to get through this grey winter first.
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