throwback sunday
reflections

five years old —
pros at this age: shared a room with my sister, therefore every night was a slumber party
— my main concerns were: are there going to be grapes at dinner and is flora going to make me shut off the night light before bed?
— constantly spinning raffi on a fisher-price record player (yes, we had them in germany)
— i had two best friends: my sister, and a goat (we were forbidden from giving them names) that eventually went blind in one eye
— this is the face of a boy who was mercilessly pushed off a barn roof (i survived)
— three years after this picture was taken i headbutted a goat
sixteen years old —
— my primary strength was my hair, which i inevitably relied on as my main personality trait (and sometimes still do)
— hadn't even heard of gucci yet
shopped mostly at the gap and abercrombie and fitch, took a lot of malte and joseph's hand-me-downs
ask me about how our parents dealt with allowance, i explained it to a dear friend once and her only response was "jesus christ"
"jesus christ" (read that while rolling your eyes and sighing) sums up my teenage dating life
— one time i shamelessly scream-cried when my boyfriend and i were forced to part after summer vacation
wrote my first complete song
twenty-one years old —
main concern was: my hair.
— that's a joke, by the time i was 21 my brothers and i had released our first ep so my true main concern was being judged by germany's music industry
— my only job experience (discounting farm work) was tutoring piano & guitar to children
lofty dreams included: making music a career through the band and, eventually, through teaching
— was told that i need to slow down on tattoos or i'm going to "run out of space"
— actually took this advice to heart
twenty-five years old —
— my main concern is: are there going to be grapes at dinner?
— officially a homeowner
current pros: i'm housing two of my seven brothers
current cons: none, i love living with my brothers and i'm positive this mood will never change
i am a real uncle now, not a fake uncle (my first cousins once removed call me "uncle" because "cousin" doesn't suit the role)
— heard of gucci by now
— i've turned scream-crying about breakups into a full time job by singing about them instead
pig shopping