Yet another awesome project that I did on behalf of Technogym. WATT WORKS Amsterdam is a specialised cycle studio that fully embraces the technology behind Technogym’s cycle concept. What makes it stand out though, is there high quality of coaching and training. A genuine specialised boutique studio in the middle of Amsterdam
I wish I had more to offer other than photos taken on my phone. I’m trying not to base my self worth on the followers I lost during my inactivity. Sometime very soon I’m going to get all the photos from my experiences in the past year and a half to the lovely people who were a part of them. I’m just taking a little extra time to heal. I’m excited to finally start to share what I’ve been up to. Thank you for sticking with me, your support means everything.
This was home for my first 15-years. My dad grew up in this house and for the most part lived there until he was 53. I attended the same elementary school he did, even had one of the same teachers. The sweet elderly next door neighbors I saw every day were the same neighbors my dad grew up next to. That tree in the front yard is in childhood photos of my dad, photos of me, and now serves as a backdrop for whoever lives there currently. I helped paint that dark green trim around the garage door 18-or-so years ago. I roller bladed down that driveway and across the street to my friend’s house. I was one of four Hannah’s that lived on that short street. My first ever best friend, Bryan, lived ten steps away from me, driveway to driveway. He was also my first crush and almost my first kiss (I got nervous and chased him with a tennis racket. We were 10). My mom hosted family parties and at certain points in the year, both my mom and dad’s side of the family gathered for photos on that lawn; some of those family members have since passed, left, or haven’t seen each other since those days. About once a year I’ll visit the street I grew up on and reminisce. It’s always an emotional experience for me and I’m still trying to figure out why. I do know I am horribly sentimental and the idea of a new family living in this house has always made me sad. Selfishly it still feels like mine because of the experiences I had within those walls. Good and bad. Fondness and pain. The only person from my life in Fresno that has ever been here with me is my husband, and I remember the first time he drove there with me it felt like worlds colliding. This house will forever be a part of me that very few know and understand. I took these a while ago and never posted them; tonight felt like a good time.
Spesso mi prendo del tempo per stare da solo e riflettere,
l'ho sempre fatto,
ma in questo periodo frequentemente.
Mi colpevolizzo, il mio primo istinto per eccellenza,
perché ero lontano,
in un'altra città e non ho potuto fare nulla per proteggere i miei fratelli.
A volte il senso di impotenza mi ha logorato,
se ci fosse stato un qualsiasi modo per riportarvi indietro sarei andato in capo al mondo per trovarlo.
Ripercorro storie ,
ricordi, attimi, luoghi e momenti spettacolari vissuti insieme a voi.
siete parte della mia famiglia, parte di me,
Siete una forza della natura,
che la natura stessa ha reclamato per se,
lasciandomi un vuoto incolmabile dentro,
l'amaro in bocca e un dolore che ancora oggi mi toglie il fiato.