Memory from a drizzly afternoon spring

Memory from a drizzly afternoon spring

Edmonton, Spring 2018 There is something quite liberating about chilling on the balcony of your third-floor apartment in a rainy afternoon, under the huge, shady trees, just letting the rain shower your bare skins as you embrace the spring breeze. For a moment, forgetting about those unsettling emotions and unfinished chores. Breathe, let loose. Smell the dry earth. Sing a farewell ode to snows. I think the majority of us often forgets to appreciate the small details that make life hurt slightly less, and enlighten the world slightly more.

That one thought that lingers since last year

That one thought that lingers since last year

Do you ever feel like you’re just not yourself, or at least not your regular, bearable self? Like you’ve somehow discovered some anomalous, unnatural habits that make you yourself even cringe to live under that living body. Like it’s just so not you. At least not in the past. Maybe time changes you, maybe the circumstance, maybe the geographical place… But whatever it is behind that, it clearly doesn’t do a good job getting you metamorphosed into a beautiful butterfly.

Oh What A Week

Oh What A Week

Calgary went nuts from 28oC yesterday to 2oC and snowing today, continuing with the craziest rain I’ve ever witnessed in Canada by far which has been ongoing endlessly for the past 7 hours. I brought no jacket from Edmonton because it was a frickin’ burning 25oC when I left the city, so today I had my first experience of running in the midst of a heavy rain of 2oC trying to reach home. I randomly went to Google Maps street view only to view my house back at home. Darn I miss people and my comfy upstairs bedroom with a…

Alive Again

Alive Again

Hello there, passerby. It’s nice to see you down here, I must say. Here, in a (currently) rather quiet space that I decided to re-build again from scratch after my old Tumblr account which I’ve managed for at least the last 8 years got locked forever. And with the need of finding a new home somewhere on the internet for my random thoughts and rather fluctuating passion on sharing stories and whatnot, I decided that I had to have my own domain. So, Dhania Albani was born. Not on Instagram this time, but right here! While Iโ€™ll be posting daily journal…