Brussels -> Luxembourg πŸ‡±πŸ‡ΊΒ 

Last Friday I decided that I’ve seen enough of Brussels, I got up super early that morning. Managed to get myself out of my hotel room and headed to Brussels Noord, the train station. I bought a return ticket for 25€ πŸ˜… (INSANE HOW CHEAP IT IS!) And hopped on the train πŸš‚ 

I walked all over the city of Luxembourg, taking in everything and not believing that I spent 3 hours on a train and then ended up in a different country Just like that! 

       Notre Dame Cathedral is only a 10    

     minute walk from the train station πŸ‘ŒπŸΌ


                     The dukes “house” 🏑  

                          Place d’Armes 

The streets are beautiful and the shops are incredible! Sadly I wasn’t able to shop a lotπŸ‘ŽπŸΌ that’s the shitty thing about travelling alone! I couldn’t carry everything! I was walking around with my camera, bag, shopping bag, pastries etc. Exhausted because of the heat and how much I walked πŸ˜‚ 

I also stopped by a restaurant since I was starving and the only thing I managed to eat during the train ride was raspberries😫 at the restaurant I got duck breast with potatoes and season vegetables with pepper sauce on the side! 😍 I don’t remember the name of the restaurant but I’m planing on writing a post about some of the best restaurants I’ve tried! And this one might be included! So stay tuned! 

So in conclusion, on Wednesday I started exploring! It all started with a short flight from Aalborg to Copenhagen. Where I then was stuck at the airport because of a delay with Brussels airlines! The delay had me miss the last train in to the city, so I had to take a cab and ended up almost paying 50€ I let the driver know that according to maps on iPhone, meaning the GPS, the hotel was only 14km away. The c*nt kept saying “no no no, you no understand” He kept saying it’s atleast 17-20km away! It would take 20-25 minutes blah blah.. -.- So I got scammed that easily! We ended up arriving 10 minutes after I got into the car πŸ™ƒ Even though he tried taking longer and more complicated routes & roads  πŸ™ƒ 

Brussels -> Luxembourg πŸ‡±πŸ‡ΊΒ 

Day 1. Brussels πŸ‡§πŸ‡ͺΒ 

So far so GOOD! The entire day has been amazing! I only wish that Laust was here! I really wish I could share this with him 😦 But hopefully next time we’ll go somewhere together! 😍

I started my day at about 8-9 Am where I got ready and then stepped out the door at precisely 10 AM. I walked all the way to Grand Place, I managed to get a hotel right in the city centre for an okay price! Everything else was either too far out or fully booked πŸ‘ŽπŸΌ  

I snapped a lot of pictures πŸ˜…

Grand place! (Gigantic !!!) and full of tourists! (Including me πŸ˜…πŸ˜‚)

The Grand place is very beautiful! 😍

I got lost in this city because of its beauty! 

After seeing and exploring Grand place I went over to the fountain of Manneken Pis, it’s unknown what the story about the peeing boy is, but there are many tales. There was a big crowd there taking pictures of and with the fountain. It was very hard to get a good shot! But somehow I managed! As a souvenir from that place I got chocolates that are shaped like the peeing boy! πŸ˜‚

After the peeing boy, I decided to walk to the European Parliament! I walked through Brussels park 🌲 🌳 and I keep falling more and more in love with this place! 😍

Old statues in the park, this is a very big park by the way. πŸ˜…

The European Parliament was something else! I couldn’t get in because I was too late for the visit tour, and the next one was way later, and I couldn’t be bothered waiting there! But I saw it! And I took pictures of it! πŸ˜‚ I saw a bunch of important people, with their guards and police escorts etc. That was something I’ve never seen before, it was intense! 

Shortly after I was done there I walked back to the peeing boy! πŸ˜…

I got myself Belgian waffle with Belgian chocolate! 😍 SO YUMMY πŸ˜‹ 

And lastly for dinner I got myself a chicken burger! 

This burger was probably the best one I’ve had! Beats every other fried chicken place πŸ— I got the burger from Hectors Chicken! 😍 Freshly made! Fast and delicious πŸ˜‹ 

That is all for today! I’m looking forward tomorrow’s adventures!


Day 1. Brussels πŸ‡§πŸ‡ͺΒ 

One of many.Β 

This might be a bit too personal.. but something inside of me is screaming for me to share this.. And honestly.. not talking about things like that.. makes people think it’s not real. Not common. But depression is real. It happens to a lot of people. And there is nothing wrong with anyone who suffers. 

They are not crazy

I don’t remember much of that particular day.. but I know it was in the 9th grade.. I might have been 14 1/2 at the time.. not that sure.. it was a really difficult time for me back then.. I don’t really know why.. it wasn’t just being bullied.. or being left out.. or alone.. I thought I was fine.. I was seeing someone..  or many.. so called therapists,physiologists, “adults”  did the whole talk about what’s wrong, get told why things are the way they are.. and leave with a smile pretending everything is alright now that I let everything out, “I feel lighter” “heavy weight has been taken off my shoulders”

But not many know this.. barely anyone to be honest.. the one I told.. didn’t seem to care.. even when I showed her the cuts on my arms.. I remember we were in a small computer room at school.. I was wearing a knitted navy blue sweater.. that made me really itchy.. and the more I itched the more I bled, and even when I told her that hey I tried to kill myself a few days ago. All she could say was why – we didn’t speak much after that. 

It all started with me skipping school that day. That place was hell for me. BjΓ€rrhovskolan. But I didn’t always let it show.. no one knew.. although I wasn’t that discreet when it came to skipping classes and my grades.. but nobody cared.. teachers treated me as the bum they thought I was.. 

I skipped that day.. my mum got mad.. but she still had to go to work.. my dad was working in Stockholm.. and he wasn’t coming home this weekend.. and my sister was at school.. it was her first year at Katedralskolan.. so it was the perfect time..

I raided the medicine cabinet.. I took every Alvedon, ipren and painkiller I could find.. I had atleast 30-50 pills.. I sat in bed.. sorting them.. size by size.. kind by kind.. I poured myself a big glas of water.. made sure the tap was running for a really long time.. so it would be cold cold 

I started taking them one by one.. I didn’t feel anything.. so I went on two by two.. till there were none.. I remember feeling dizzy afterwards and then passing out.. my stomach hurt a lot when I later on woke up.. I don’t remember much of what happened.. everything was blurry, I don’t know if I passed out for hours or minutes.. I couldn’t move once I was fully awake.. I couldn’t speak.. my head hurt my stomach hurt.. I had a few messages from my mum on my phone.. asking if I feel better.. I panicked on the inside.. I called my sister saying hey I tried to die and now I’m sick.. I don’t think she understood me.. I didn’t understand myself at the point.. I panicked some more and called a suicide hotline for help.. they kept asking for my name and address so I hung up right away..

I started messaging my sister begging her to come home.. she refused because school was super important back then.. (not any different now) she called Mum.. and told her.. 

Mum came home.. found me in a pile of my own vomit in bed.. she was furious.. 

They emptied the house of every pill that’s ever been there.. And my dad found out of course.. 
And all I could think in that moment was.. that I’m that big of a failure that I failed my own suicide.. 
Life didn’t get any better after that.. but here I am. Alive and well. And I found and lost happiness, love, friends, moneyat least a million times. And it doesn’t bother me. I’m happy to be here. 

And I’m happy that you are too. 

Life isn’t worth fighting against. So live. Experience. Love. Laugh. Cry. SCREAM THE FUCK OUT. 

Honestly. If knew that my life would look the way it does now back then.. well I’d never attempt suicide.. I’d never do anything.. other than be thankful. Because right now.. life is beyond everything I’ve ever expected. 

It does get better.

And I am a living proof of it. 

One of many.Β 


Day 3. 

Ten likes πŸ‘πŸΌ and dislikes πŸ‘ŽπŸΌ 

Now this is an easy one! I have so many dislikes πŸ˜‚πŸ˜© Let’s start with the likes!πŸ˜‹


  1. Laust πŸ’–πŸ’•πŸ’–πŸ’•
  2. My family ❀️
  3. My friends ❀️
  4. The ocean  πŸŒŠ 
  5. Animals 😍😍
  6.  PIZZA 😍 
  7. Spending money πŸ˜‚πŸ˜©
  9. Travel ✈️
  10. Books πŸ“š 


  1. A lot people πŸ˜‚
  2. When people chew with their mouths open πŸ˜–
  3. My current city of residence 
  4. When people dress sloppy and when they don’t care what they look like
  5. Lazy & fake people, liars, cheaters and manipulators πŸ˜’  
  6. Having a lot of coursework 😩😭
  7. Not having unlimited travel 😩😭
  8. That I have 3 more months of not living with Laust πŸ˜“πŸ˜’πŸ˜₯πŸ˜ͺ
  9. Spiders πŸ•· and insects/bugs in general ( & people who are like insects too) 
  10. People’s lack of care for hygiene etc 

Day 2 ✨

Day 2 on the 30 day blog challenge! πŸ˜‹ 

I honestly don’t think that much of the future anymore, I was brought up to always think ahead.. but lately I’ve stopped doing that. Life’s too short and I don’t care to think about where I want to be.. I enjoy living in the moment although my mind does wonder off on its own every now and then.. 

Of course I have my dreams.. of owning my own place and creating a family,  having my dream job as an investment banker, or my other dream job as a stay at home mother.. or travelling the world endlessly.. never settling down anywhere and always being on the move and being free .. πŸ”± 
But in 10 years.. I hope I’ll be happy. That’s all I really genuinely want to be in 10 years. Doesn’t really matter how,  where, with who or anything..  βœ¨ 

Day 2 ✨

He saw something good so he claimed it.Β 

I’d rather have roses on my table than dimonds on my neck.

There are clearly more pictures from our wedding day.. but those are the ones I always find myself looking at.

Everyone is shocked when they find out we’re married.. because of our age and circumstances. We got married when I was 18 and when he had just been 20 for about 2 months. It’s been more than seven months since.

No one ever asks me why I decided to marry so young. Everyone always asks Laust. It feels as if marriage is something all woman want at a very Β young age, and no one ever cares to ask them why no matter how old they are. It’s as if we are born to commit and men are just not tame, they are born to stray, and if they do decide to marry it’s a miracle. Well this is the cold hard sad truth. No one expects any man to marry. Men are known to always want someone new and to never “settle”. And yes that is true. Men tend to see and try everything before they decide this is what I want. And even then they stray every now and then.. or maybe just once and then they realise what they have..

In my case I was very “lucky”.. Β when I first met Laust I had made a deal with myself to just go with the flow, and not force anything and to completely be myself. And guess what?! Laust actually fell in love with me for who I am?!?!? I know I can’t believe that either.. everything happened so quickly after that. And every relationship has its problems. But we’ve managed to tough it out. We’ve learned that our love is rare. (We learned the hard way too) We both knew it when we met.. something about him makes me calm. And I know he’s my soulmate. And this isn’t just another thing a girl says. Because we’ve managed to actually have everything during such a short time! We dated, became a couple moved in together while still dating actually but deep down we never needed to define it, since he asked me to marry him only a few weeks after he asked if I was his girlfriendπŸ˜‚πŸ˜©πŸ’–, then I moved to the UK to study while he’s still in Sweden, we managed to travel together and meet up in countries randomly, he’s my go to person when it comes to anything.. and he’s always by my side.

But we still do give each other a hard time. We push each other, we test boundaries, and yes it occasionally happens that we hurt each other. But we’ve also grown so much together! We’ve helped each other develop. Nothing and no one can ever hurt us as a couple or individuals. That’s how strong we’ve grown. We keep no secrets in our realastionship but we also believe in privacy. (But not alwaysπŸ˜‚)

He’s made me believe in love again. He’s made me believe in marriage when I’ve always been against it. He’s rare. He’s one of the “good guys”. Everyone makes mistakes. Boys make mistakes. But a real man owns up and changes.Β Because let me tell you, never stop believing, and don’t dive in with your everything for anyone. Always be yourself and go with the flow. Because when a guy sees how good you are. And how much of a better person you make him. He will claim you. Otherwise he’s just wasting his time and yours. Trust me.Β 

It’s not all about luck though, maybe we were lucky to meet each other and so were you when you met your other half, but it’s really more about how hard you have to work for it. No realationship is easy, it requires a lot of work, faith, hope, LOVE, HONESTY, TRUST, solid foundation of friendship (that is built overtime) lose one thing but have the others left then you can easily build it all back. But lose everything.. then you’re left in a hopeless mess.. And yes you can be best friends with your partner. What’s the point otherwise? You’re supposed to be able to have fun together, talk about everything, share all your secrets to one another, and trust them not to hurt you just as you trust your best friends and of course also being able to be romantic and cheesy together..πŸ’•

So if anyone ever asks me why I married so young? I’ll give them the same answer as Laust : I found the one, why wait?Β :’) Β 

He saw something good so he claimed it.Β