Sharing Pillows

“Chaz! What are you doing? Get off!” 

It’s Sunday morning. It’s way too early for this, but after a few minutes I open my eyes and get on with my day. It’s an unusual Sunday morning. The leaves outside are crunchy and falling at a whirlwind pace. The streets are oddly calm, and Chaz is there.

Chaz isn’t always there. He comes and goes. It’s a weird thing we’ve got going. I love him, I do, but on days like today he was getting on my very last nerve. This was the bit of Chaz that I didn’t necessarily care for – his persistency. Chaz has a one-track mind, so he always gets what he wants.

Chaz came into my life in unexpectedly. I met Chaz through a mutual friend, but even this was a bit odd. You see, Chaz and my friend had this thing going on. He would stay at her place and she at his.  One day she left town. I had met Chaz a few times prior, and there was an instant connection. I enjoyed his company and I was pretty sure he enjoyed mine. So when my friend left the country for an unknown amount of time, she called me.

“Laura, you should reach out. I’m leaving and I know how you two hit it off.” 

Soon thereafter, I received a call, and Chaz would be spending the weekend at my place. The first few times, he slept on the couch, while I kept the bed to myself. A few weeks in, he began slipping into bed with me. He was quite sneaky at first, but eventually we were sharing pillows. I didn’t mind. I loved the company. I had been feeling quite lonely in months prior, so having Chaz around just seemed kind of perfect.

Today though, I was tired. I wanted to sleep in, but Chaz just had to wake me – at 6:30 a.m. He wanted to go on a walk one last time before heading home. Surely this doesn’t explain the strange weather, or the ongoing twitch in my right eye, but it would be fitting.

As I sit here writing, Chaz continues to nudge my hand with his nose, his eyes locked on mine. I’m sad he’s leaving, but he’ll come back. Surely it will be as soon as next weekend, when his owner goes on another business trip, and I am called to pet-sit the best dog a girl could pet-sit.


Tying the knot, Travelaurita

Today’s the day. Not just any day, but the day.

Today is the BIG day

But it doesn’t start here, so let’s take it back.

Stage one: Thoughts and ideas

Every tiny detail is planned out in your mind. The big day has to go according to plan. This stage is easy, there’s no stress involved. Here is where you run wild with your ideas. You spend hours, or even days (heck sometimes it can be months) imagining nothing less than the extravagant experience it could be!

Stage two: Let the lists begin

Now is when the pen touches the paper and the never-ending to-do list begins

  • The venue– will this be an indoor or an outdoor event? What’s the weather going to be like? Will there be beautiful scenery or is this about the main event and not the scenery?
  • The music – will you have a set playlist or risk it and leave it on shuffle? Upbeat and grooving or soulful and touching? What if there’s no music, that could be neat, right?
  • Invitees – is it a time to be celebrated and surrounded by supporters or did you want to keep it quite personal?
  • Oh! And the shoes! – where to even start? You want them to be perfectly tailored to fit your style but you also don’t want blisters on the big day. So which is it? Cute or comfortable? Is there such a shoe that does both?

Stage three – Self-reflection

But how could you be getting cold feet? This relationship was built from ground zero and continues to grow and become stronger as time passes. You’ve gotten through the good, the bad, and the ugly. There were those few times, when you got so mad that you just wanted to call it quits. But you haven’t. People called you crazy for being in a relationship. But who cares about them, you’re about to do the one thing that brings you absolute happiness!

But the time is coming up, and you undoubtedly begin questioning everything.

  • Is this it?
  • Am I really doing this?
  • What if I instantly regret it?
  • Is this the life that I want to be living?
  • Am I ready for this long-term relationship?
  • What if I get hurt?
  • There’s no going back now, I’ve already spend too much time and money picking out the perfect shoes, and music, and venue, and , and, and…

Suddenly it’s seconds before you tie the knot, and you’re trembling. Sweat starts rolling down your face just thinking about it, but you push yourself to do it anyway.

You tie the knot… twice.

Now your shoes are tied and the commitment had been made.

Every run turns any day into the big day, and just like that, you’re in a life-long relationship with running.

A cup (or three) of Wine


Hey hey hey!

It’s Laura. After many years, I have found interest I my long lost blog. Silly enough, in the search of this (what-I thought-was-the-world’s-greatest-and-only-Berlin-blog) I was somehow only able to login to my long-forgotten Freshman year blog. Man, I know that previous sentence was a big no-no in the English language but it was what it was, and there is no going back .

So to explain this long-lost blog: my Freshman year of college I was in a German culture class.My class consisted of four young girls and an older, laid-back professor. Laid back, because as he would have us recite our homework, he would quite literally hold his hands together, lean back in his chair, and try his hardest to not close his eyes.

Anyway, this professor of ours had us create and keep up with a blog – auf Deutsch! It was a great way for us to write and keep up with and practice our German without the worry of it being a graded paper. As long as we did it, we got points.

So, to circle this long story back to its origin. I have had several blogs in the past years and have been really bad about keeping up with any of them (there’s a third I did with a …friend… that I’m not ready to share with you).

Maybe, hopefully, being able to login to this one will motivate me to continue writing.

Thanks for ready and remember to ALWAYS forget your passwords (they may bring you nostalgic pasts).

And a big thanks for the inspiration of writing again !

Oh and the title? Just an explanation to this terrible writing with no grammar checks and zero point.

Fischbach 10k


During the last months in high school all seniors proudly wore their new college colors, while I wore a smile from ear to ear. Nobody quite understood why I would possibly take a year off and travel to learn a new language. It was unheard of and unfortunately for most, looked down upon, but I couldn’t care less. I was going overseas to surround myself with a new culture, language, and to meet new people and I couldn’t be more excited to dive into the unknown.

Weekly Berlin Street Art

It's always time to dance in Berlin

It’s always time to dance in Berlin

Hey guys,

I’ve been in Berlin for over a month now and I’ve decided to post a weekly blog showcasing some of the cool street art I encounter while walking around. Also, I’ve been sending a lot of e-mails lately, so this week’s street art post will be in e-mail format. Berlin, unlike anything I’ve ever seen in the States has an incredible amount of graffiti. But for the most case, it’s considered a respective form of art. In my opinion, it just looks really cool, it gives for awesome photo opportunities, and it is one of the things that makes Berlin Berlin. (Did that make sense?). So here it goes, some of the best graffiti art from my first couple of weeks here.

Hope you enjoy,


If you keep your eyes open, you can actually find these guys all around the city.

If you keep your eyes open, you can actually find these guys all around the city.

Abe the Babe

Abe the Babe

"chat for love"

“chat for love”

"A little bit crazy" This was actually taken at Mauerpark, where artists are allowed to paint on the remains of the Berlin wall.

“A little bit crazy”
This was actually taken at Mauerpark, where artists are allowed to paint on the remains of the Berlin wall.