Daily Journal – Nisadyr

Finding My Way Back

Found in my drafts, September 2026
Originally written January 8th, 2025

I found this entry sitting in my drafts recently, dated January 8th, 2025. It had been there for more than a year, unfinished and unpublished, buried among other things I apparently once intended to come back to.

Making Room

29 September 2026

Tonight, Ilham and I suddenly decided to rearrange our bedroom.

For some reason, this turned into a whole project. We moved the bed, discovered a rather embarrassing amount of dust underneath it, and recovered several things that had apparently been living there rent-free. One of Cino’s spring toys. My long-lost Girl with a Pearl Earring brooch, which I had given up on months ago.

Chasing Cino and Snowflakes

January 10th, 2025

It finally snowed properly today, and I was so happy. I know you’re probably tired of hearing me talk about snow, but I can’t help it. The thought of squeezing freshly fallen snow still excites me every single time.

A Day of Art, Culture, and Connection

January 7th, 2025

Today, I woke up a bit late. I hurt myself last night in a very stupid way. While shopping at Edeka, I overloaded my shopping basket, and it became too heavy. It stretched my arm awkwardly, twisted it somehow, and now I can’t fully raise my hand. To make matters worse, I didn’t sleep comfortably, which explains my late start.

Warmth That Lingers

January 6th, 2025

This morning, I woke up excited. The snow had fallen the night before, and I couldn’t wait to step outside and feel the crunch of fresh snow under my boots. But according to the weather app, today would warm up to ten degrees. I hoped the snow would still be there, waiting for me.

One Snowy Day

January 5th, 2025

Today was one of those slow, comforting winter days where time feels like it’s wrapped in a soft blanket. My head was still pounding from last night’s headache, so I took Panadol and stayed cocooned in bed, letting the world outside carry on without me for a while.

What Makes You, You?

January 4th, 2025

It was a cold winter morning, and I was on my way to a ceramic painting store. The journey was fifty minutes by tram from my home. The plan wasn’t originally mine; Maya had invited me. She’d been wanting to try ceramic painting for a while and had suggested we go together. I immediately said yes. It sounded like the perfect way to spend a winter day.