When I first started working as a designer, my mornings always began with croissants and blogs. It was my way of feeling inspired and connected. I would open my bookmarks, one by one, to see if anyone had posted something new. This was before social media, when everything moved at a slower pace, even the way we shared and consumed ideas. It took effort, but it was deeply rewarding.
I miss that rhythm. I miss long posts filled with meaning, reflections of the soul, and records of real life. Time moves too fast now. I’m constantly changing, and I miss having my life saved in those forever posts, almost like pages in a scrapbook.
So, I’ve decided it’s time to return to that. To write again. To keep a blog, or maybe a diary—it feels like coming home. I’m going through one of the biggest restarts of my life, and it feels right to go back to where everything began. I sold nearly everything, left Porto—the place I called home for almost 16 years—and chose to start over. Letting go of so much made me realize how important it is to document what I’m living. One day, years from now, I want to look back at this digital scrapbook and relive these moments.
The promise of social media bringing us closer never really came true. It stayed full of potential but empty of depth. I often catch myself scrolling endlessly, not because I’m addicted, but because I’m searching for something—something happy, inspiring, unique, and full of soul. Instead, I mostly find hate, ads, and content built to keep me scrolling even when I’m not interested.
So here I am, starting a blog again in 2025. Or maybe I should call it a diary so I don’t sound too nostalgic. I want to share work, life, cute photos, new music—anything that inspires me in the moment. I don’t know how often I’ll update this space, but if I manage a good twelve posts a year, I’ll be happy.
Welcome to the diary. I’m sure we won’t be many, but we’ll be just enough. Thank you for reading <3
