Scotland, light of my life. My sin, my soul. Scot-laand. Anyone who’s ever read Lolita will understand that reference; though I’m not a 40 year old perverse man with a crush on a 12 year old gal. But rather, my heart lies with the glens and lochs and tartan and highland coos (and the accent, fuck me). Whilst this is all enough to make me fall head over heels with the place, there are a few things that are truly important to meeee.

March 2018, Ballachulish

Ballachulish on March 23rd 2018. That was our first ever trip to the Highlands with my grandparents, me mum, and our loyal hound (Lady, she’s a baby King Charles lol). The funny thing is I never wanted to go, nor did I really care for Scotland at all; it was just another place my fam wanted to visit together. BUT BOI. I was, well, „shooketh“, as some may say. A few little things made the trip so special; there was no signal, so our only music choice in the car was instrumental compositions by some Russian pianists and violinists; it was feckin freezing, but the rawness of the air made the warmth that the mountains and ridges gave us stronger; my family, my closest family, was together. We took it all in together.

Small backstory. My grandad was diagnosed with lung cancer in May 2017, and he passed away in August 2018. Now for most people I know, their grandparents mean very little to them and exist as just another set of family members. To us, however, grandad was everything but that. I won’t get too into it, but one thing I have to mention is his want to live and to help us live. Mad little man he was sometimes, but through his madness he helped us see what really matters in the world in our own individual minds; for me, it was travelling to the little places on earth. Whilst I would never deny a cheeky trip to the USA, or some island in the east, I found that the small places tend to hold most warmth and meaning. Because of that trip, every time I think of Scotland I think of his happy face running down the hills with me, trying to escape the rain (we made it hehe).

January 2019, Lairg

Since then I’ve visited Scotland a handful of times; for Uni stuff (of course I applied to Edinburgh), with a friend and visiting another, I can say with confidence that almost each time was added to my top-ten memory list. It’s just a place that makes you feel at home, whether that’s due to the people, the customs…or the haggis 😉 (jks never actually tried haggis yet, fake fan :/). Edinburgh is just gorgeous and has so so much history, though if you prefer something more rural – the Highlands are obviously your top choice (100% recommend Ballachulish or higher near the Isle of Skye!). Glasgow’s just funny for the accent – ‚Glesga‘ cracks me up every time -, Dundee’s a cosy lil city with some cool cafes and a tonne of history too! I don’t know much about it, won’t lie, but it’s deffo a nice place to go especially if you’re a student. Heard Aberdeen is goooood too, never been myself though! (It’s next on the visit list ;)).

February 2019, Edinburgh

Boy, the memories. The good, the bad, the hard and the beautiful; they all happened there. I miss them every day; I’ve found that little thing that makes me smile every night.



hello & hallo!


So, hello! Wow this really does feel like I’m on some kind of blind date hehe.

I guess I’ll begin with saying a few things about me, right? So, my name is Julia (though many prefer to call me Julie) and I come from a little town on the north-west coast of Poland called Sarbinowo. It’s a pretty wee town, and yet at the age of 5 I was swiftly flown across the north sea and planted in another wee town in the UK, as many immigrants do these days! And here were are; I am now studying A-Level English Literature, German and History and hope to go to University this upcoming autumn.

I’ve always liked writing, so I thought why not start a lil blog? I’m your type of all-over-the-place gal so who knows what this will all be about, but I’m excited to see! A bit of travel, a bit of book-talk, friends, art, photography: all that edgy jazz you see all over fancy instagram pages. Not that I expect an audience, I just frickin like writing.

But, here’s the catch. I am also an aspiring German student soooo some cheeky posts in German (very broken and grammatically incorrect, but still German) will also be making an appearance. One has to practice somehow! (hence the photo thingy at the top, it’s from a trip to Berlin in 2017 which pretty much changed my life, love ya Lauren x)

There are a few things I truly love: my family, my friends (they’re a given), Frank Sinatra, Scotland, Germany (duh shut up now) but most importantly the memories I get to collect along the way; I think they’re the most precious non-physical things any human being can have. Saying that, I often find myself struggling with certain thoughts and memories, and I want to make this ‚blog‘ a little mental journey too, I suppose.

Anyhow, I better get back to writing up an English essay which I actually sat down to do about half an hour ago, and did this instead. That’s ’nuff from me!

Stay groovy,

Julie x