One of the peculiarities of modernity is the questioning of the norms that are into force in a society. And at least to my understanding, there are multiple “modern times” coming back every now and then. Those waves of modernity are often the result of technological advances that make humankind less susceptible to the environment, thus making societal norms and customs obsolete.

Few months ago, I have decided to finally finish furnishing and decorating my apartment. I moved in more than two years ago and I’ve been living in an almost empty apartment ever since. So much so that in the living room, if I paid close attention, I could even hear the echo.

After the binge of the Christmas holidays, January has always been the month dedicated to detox and to establish healthier habits. Among the initiatives that I discovered as being considered cool by wannabe Instagram celebrities that I follow, there are “Veganuary” and “Dry January”.

Wearing sexy lingerie has always been my secret New Year’s resolution since I can remember. Reading more books, doing more sports, going to bed earlier, drinking more water… all these are legitimate and virtuous New Year’s resolutions.

It has been more than 18 months since I published my last blog post and many things and many things have happened in between. Surviving the pandemic was no joke and being stuck in a city where I knew nobody did not help either. How does a young woman full of vitality fill her lonely evenings with some purpose?

I live in a student apartment that I share with other two people, or, better, students. Student apartments are not like any other apartment. They get older and older and older, yet never collapse.

The magical time of the weekend when you feel you deserve an hour or so in the bathroom for a self-care routine has finally arrived.

The time has arrived to admit that I’m getting older and to compare myself with my past version of ten years ago.