Amayzine

Where friend N can be found in the right corner with a cup of unpronounceable green Chinese tea, I sit next to her with a less spectacular cup of ‘lemongrass’. Both of us have too much to do, both of us have too much to tell. So with our screens black and the papers still unwritten, we chatter through the café where everyone is intensely serious typing and writing. Except for us. We are just pretending with those laptops and planners and notebooks here in Gotan, one of the nicest workplaces in Williamsburg. The internet is good, the food too, and you can shamelessly refill those teas with hot water. Although not a huge amount of work is being done by us, but that can also just happen in the café where Dan from Gossip Girl is regularly spotted...


Friend has now left. With a sideways glance, I keep my Dan-from-Gossip-Girl radar on, but I must also honestly admit that this actor doesn't interest me much. Anyway, I'm still sitting at the left table in the right corner and staring at that blinking cursor in my document. What's on the agenda today? The thank you cards for our wedding, writing reviews for the staff, typing letters for that amazing team at our wedding venue in Italy, and I finally want to start on a photo album. To go back for a moment, I click on the photos of Alice. I disappear and can keep looking at all the photos. An hour has already passed and that cursor is still blinking helplessly and alone in my document...


You don't want to know what a marriage, and especially what the ‘aftermath’ brings with it. Gift lists, letters, cards, even more sweet words in emails and messages... You want to respond to everything, but it seems you don't have time. Or no, I just didn't have the peace to get started. Fortunately, at least after just one more ‘lemongrass’ there are already quite a few checkmarks behind my to-do. And then it's all good again, because at home a woolly little man is also waiting for me. And to go back for a moment, I open the box with polaroids and sweet cards one more time...