01.03.2026: i think i like this little life

Oh! What a weekend! 

Yesterday was the monthly community craft evening my friend hosts out of their apartment, where a bunch of us get together to create, play games, and drink wine. :D

Live footage of me working on my novel in progress: 

My really close friend who lives across the street from me was there too. We went home together, and I went over to her place with her for a brief chat. We had whiskey (Laphroaig), cigarettes, brie, and apple slices on her balcony. It was lovely. Both of us, at the same time, had a thought along the lines of "life is good". 

Then I spontaneously went over to a guy's place (from tinder), where I had a pretty good time. We drank more wine and had a good chat. We talked a lot (or at least I, media student and nerd, did) about the turn back to physical media use in our generation. I'm proud of our generation. I think we're doing good. 

I also think my friends and I are really good community builders. I'm proud of us. Considering the sick shambled state our species finds itself in, I think we're doing a great job. <3 

Anyway, the guy told me about how every year he and his friends (despite all being Europeans) get together to watch the Superbowl and eat American food. Then he pulled out a box of leftover American snacks and I got to take some home! Popcorn covered in m&ms and chocolate! Oh, the Americans, god bless their obesity rate, have really perfected gluttony in a way the rest of us can only admire in astonishment and awe. 

I also told this guy from Substack — the one I called the other day (which, we called for HOURS until the sun rose for me, by the way — we didn't get much writing done, which had been our plan, but we did yap. A lot.) — that I was on a date, to jokingly make him jealous. We've been… I don't know. I don't know what's building between us but something is, and it's ending with a one way ticket to Vienna (he'd already been planning on that before we met). Anyway I woke up, this morning, to these messages:

I think he's the one ~ 💖

I did sleep over at the other guy's place, though we didn't sleep together. He was very respectful and even provided a toothbrush for me to use, as well as Ovaltine cereal for breakfast :D I made it home just in time for a lunch with my grandma and dad, the latter of whom has just moved back home to Vienna.

We had some great conversations. My grandma, 81 years old, is very woke and cautious about AI, and I really respect her for that. In the sense of not falling for AI-created images and videos, and awareness of how those can create false evidence to manipulate people. My dad is very supportive of my writing, as always since he first read my first book in December. 

He's generally come back to Vienna to be more of a support to me and my grandmother. I'm really happy with that. It's the most dad I've ever had. I hope he's able to actually stick to his word and continue to show up for us. 

I gotta clean my apartment because this one guy I know is insistent on coming over tonight, supposedly to write. I feel I owe it to him a bit, to actually make time for him, though I don't really feel like it. It's good for me to form bonds and connections. Gotta keep trying! Maybe he can help me with the poem. 

I think I'm not that good at writing blog posts. I'm an incredible writer when it comes to academic work, fiction narrative work, and poetry, but blogs? Romanticising my own life? I sound like a middle schooler rattling off a list of Things That Happened. I'm hoping if I keep up with it, I will find my voice in prose here too. 

Life starts showing up for you when you begin to trust it <3 Today I'm feeling very happy with my little life <3 🥹 I think I like this little life. I am so loved <3 

Oh! And it's spring! It's finally fucking spring! I'm so god damn happy! The vitamin D shooting through my body feels like ecstasy! Yay!

x Moa 

01.03.2026