May 28th. Had I been persistent, like I thought I would be, today would be the 100th and the last day of my #100happydays challenge.

I told you all about the challenge here on the blog, when I announced I'd be trying to fulfill 100 days of happiness. I was aware, because I read that on their website, that many people quit at some point, because they claim not to have time. Not to have time to be happy?! Ridiculous! That's why I was sure it's a piece of cake. I mean, I do believe that happiness is small things. I am truly happy when I have my coffee, whether it be the one I make at home and enjoy while browsing internet, or the one from Starbucks when I stroll the streets of my town - or any other. I am happy when I talk to my friends. In fact, even sun and warm weather can make me happy! So all I needed to do is document it. 

Story About Not Cooking

As far as I can remember, I couldn't wait to grow up. That's probably something I share with all the kids in the world. I would walk in my mother's high heels at the age of four, destroy her makeup and make a clown out of myself when she wouldn't be looking. I would pretend I spoke English and speak in an imaginary language to myself. The world of adults always seemed so appealing and I was counting the days - or years - until I would grow big and be an adult myself.

Twenty-something years later, here I am. Well, one might argue about being big - just the other day I realised that all this time I've been secretly hoping I would get a few more centimeters, but apparently at the age of 25 you've reached your final height. Bummer! I'm not feeling that adult either, but this number is scarily high (truth to be told, I'm actually closer to my 26th birthday than I am to the 25th) and I guess 25-year-olds ARE adults. Even those who are still studying. Even when their income is a scholarship, and not a salary for something they do. Because they don't have a job.

I'm not regretting this, though. This wasn't supposed to be a post about how there is time for being responsible and how childhood should be enjoyed. I did enjoy, but I love this much more! Ok, maybe I'm not a member of the real world yet, because I don't work, but still, the majority of time I decide for myself and it feels just great. Not that mum doesn't know best, of course. She does and always will.

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Instagram Spring

It's been a while, again. This semester is actually much more demanding than the previous one - which is good! I've been reading a lot and really enjoying some of my classes. Before I started my master's I had a vague idea about what I wanted to do in the future. But now I feel even more lost, because every week I'm discovering new amazing stuff that can be done in linguistics, and eventually I would have to choose what to do for my thesis, not to mention PhD if I eventually decide I want to pursue one. (That's a really tough decision to make and I keep delaying it, even though it's high time I did it...) Not to mention the fact that there are some really inspiring people teaching us here at the University of Potsdam, and they make even the disciplines I was never much into look waaaay more interesting that I ever thought they could be!

Anyway, the beginning of the semester was a bit more relaxed, so I had the chance to travel a lot. It was hectic, but very exciting and so much fun! Looking at these Instagram photos makes me want to go back to all the marvellous places I had the chance to visit. I'm one lucky girl, I must admit. :)

The Drink of the Gods

What's your favorite part of the day? Are you a morning person or do you really start living your life in the evening, feeling energetic and ready to do all kinds of tasks? Quite a while ago I realised that my favorite part of the day is - coffee. A non-conventional answer, you would say. But it indeed is so, whether it's morning coffee I enjoy while checking my e-mail and wasting time on Facebook - or the afteernoon one, often the first moment of relaxing after a long day. 

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Paris, Day 2: To the Eiffel

You could read about my Eiffel Tower obsession in the previous Paris post. Milan told us that the Tower is one of the few things Parisians hate about their city - because it doesn't fit in it. But for me, and I'm sure for many other people outside of Paris and France, it's the most important sight, the symbol of the city - for me the Tower equals Paris. And that's why I wanted to see it so desperately, and that's why I wanted to get on top of it, and I was ready to wait as long and pay as much as it takes.

Loving The World Is Easy

Loving the world is easy when you pack for Paris two days after you unpacked after Brussels.

I tried to sound normal everytime I would tell someone I was going to Paris, but I couldn't - I would just burst into squeaky voice by the end of the sentence. The first two cities I wanted to see since I was a kid were London and Paris. I got lucky with London - it was my first big travel abroad, at the age of 14. London was my favorite city in the whole wide world until I visited Shanghai in 2012 - now I'm not sure, the two of them are on top, maybe sharing the first place? But Paris never seemed to fit my plans. Or budget. But that was something I've always known for sure: one day, I'm gonna visit Paris. I don't know when, with whom, or why (but do you really need a reason anyway?!). I only know I will do it.

A Town or a Fairy Tale?

If you have, like all the other people in the world except me, seen the movie In Bruges, then you probably know a lot about the town - or at least what it looks like. I didn't know anything - I heard that it's lovely and worth visiting, and I knew it was close enough to Brussels, so that's why I suggested my friends we could go there. On our first morning in Belgium we went straight to the train station and bought tickets to Bruges. A day's trip is enough to see the town and its beauty, all on foot. It really is wonderful! Probably the cutest and cosiest town I have ever been to. And we were lucky to have a great weather too!

Together in Brussels

You know the feeling of going out on a Saturday night with your best friends? You know what a good time you have together? You know how good it feels to give a call to your bestie and meet her or him for a coffee an hour later in your favorite café, where you know the menu by heart, know what should be avoided and what the best cake is to eat with your Double Dutch or Caramel Mocha? You know that expression he or she makes when you admit that you couldn't resist texting that guy... again, even though you know you totally shouldn't have? You know how sincere and comforting their hug is?

Us in Bruges - post on Bruges coming up next, there was no way everything could fit into one post

Home Is Where Your Heart Is (How many hearts can you have again?)

I adapt quickly. I like to consider that one of my best features. I tried to explain that to my friend, but unfortunately I started with "I’m a really cool person" and then she couldn’t hear anything else. But I am! :) Haha, what I really wanted to tell her is exactly this: I adapt easily and I don’t make a fuss about where I live, and plus I tend to like it quickly as well.

I still remember the date I moved to Belgrade (another of my features, I remember dates, not because of the dates themselves, but I usually make a connection to something. The same goes here). It was September 27th 2007, the day after my 19th birthday. I think in not more than three days I felt as if I’d always lived there. As if I belonged there. That’s also the feeling I still have when I get to Belgrade, even after not living there for more than a year, and it sometimes scares me. Because it’s not the only place I belong to anymore, and I’m a bit scared of a moment where I would have to choose where to go and settle down. But as a book character would say – "I’ll think about that tomorrow."

When I travel to Belgrade from my hometown, I have to cross river Sava while approaching the city. For years crossing this bridge made me have butterflies in my stomach. I felt as if I was hugging the city with my eyes. I’ve always regretted not being able to hug a city. I think it’s a love equally important as love for humans.

Where Polka Dot Grew Up (If She Ever Did)

Main street

Hello everyone,

Last time I mentioned that I was in Serbia. That's right, I skipped two classes to come home - I better not do that too often! :) I had a lovely time home, spending time with the two most gorgeous people in the world a.k.a. my parents, then visiting my sister in Novi Sad, where she studies - she's a bit more serious about her studies so she could only spend a couple of hours with me - and finally I was off to Belgrade where I attended a friends' wedding and met as many friends as I could for a weekend. The wedding party was lovely, and to tell you the truth, it was actually the thing that was the crucial factor in me deciding I was coming to Serbia!

Anyway, as I keep posting lovely places on my blog and informing everyone where I live and travel, I decided to show you where I came from. This time the star of my blog post is Sombor.