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Thursday, 01.01.2026

i love: this kind of . real , everywhere. it started yesterday. I don’t know how long it will last – maybe a week, maybe two – I hope long. I’m writing this from my kitchen, like always, from my writing corner, looking through the window all the time, smiling at this beautiful .
people around me complain that it’s hard to drive, that you have to clear from sidewalks and yards, that it’s cold, that it’s a disaster. well… people like complaining, I guess. for me it’s the opposite. it brings back the best of my and puts me in a good mood instantly. yesterday I cleared the yard twice, today I’ll do it again – slowly, with so much pleasure.
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Thursday, 25.12.2025

i love: . it came to me quietly. a few weeks ago. maybe months. hard to say. it started with my adidas – white, with pink details. at first I thought: ok, that’s a bit girly. but then… so what. they’re junior style anyway. and I really like them. a lot. then there were the . for a long time I was only using blue or red. always. everywhere. and then showed me pink. just like that. and suddenly it clicked. it’s soft. warm. calm. I use it all the time now. there was probably a moment in my life when I thought I shouldn’t like . no idea why. doesn’t matter anymore. I like it. I’m fine with it. I love .

: i’ve just come .

is done. not a trip, not really. just going. driving. staying somewhere that isn’t mine. with my at my #parents’ place – eve and the first day. today I drove them to their mom so they can spend the rest of there.

and now I’m back. . thirty minutes in.

I’ve been waiting for this moment for some time. not only for to end, but for a few things to close at once – stuff, personal stuff, obligations that were just sitting there and taking space. was one of them. now it’s time to move on. finally.

the last few days were hard. being away from drains me. sleeping somewhere else drains me. this whole spectacle drains me. my #parents’ house isn’t my house. I like my rules. my rhythm. my surroundings. I like being . I need that feeling to function. well, in some areas I think.

now there’s finally space. first – . . getting my strength back.

but I can already feel that some things need to be cleaned up. some , some decisions, some leftovers from the last weeks, maybe even months. I don’t want to just go through my . I want to shape it. choose it. live it the way it actually fits me.

so this is where I am. back . resting. and getting ready to move again.

Friday, 05.12.2025

: few days ago my parents bought a second fridge. and the second, separate freezer. and of course they’re not selling the old ones. they just keep everything, just in case.

and every time I see this, I get why I became a minimalist. I grew up in a house where things never left. where every old device stayed “because maybe one day”.

I guess I’m just the opposite now. that’s all.

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Monday, 17.11.2025

i love: that moment when I touch the growing in my and my hands smell like it for the next few minutes. that fresh, sharp scent… damn, it hits something good in me. it’s such a tiny thing, just a plant on the counter, but every time I brush my fingers through its leaves, it feels like a small upgrade to the day. I keep sniffing my hands like an idiot, and I don’t care – I love this smell.

Sunday, 16.11.2025

: another one of my is dying, and it hits me harder than I want to admit. I know it’s “just a plant”, but for me it never feels like that. they’re my little family. my quiet . I’m attached to them in this strange, simple way, and every time one of them stops doing well, something in me sinks.

I keep around thirty of them. most of them are fine, living with me, growing slowly, existing in their quiet way. but some of them… some of them don’t make it. some of them I fail to take care of. and it’s sad every single time. it shouldn’t hurt this much, but it does.

maybe it’s because I try. I look at them, I water them, I move them around, I check the soil, the light, everything. and when I still can’t help – that’s when it really gets me.

so that’s my little thought for today. I just want to keep it here, in my diary. there was this plant. it lived with me. and now it doesn’t.

Saturday, 01.11.2025

: oh my god, it’s weekend. and it’s a free weekend for me. nobody’s coming, nobody’s waiting, and there’s nothing in my calendar that’s connected with anyone. so I can do whatever I want. I can focus on myself. and that’s exactly what I need.

today’s a public holiday here in Poland, so everything’s closed – stores, places, even people, somehow. all classes are cancelled, so no roller blades with my kids this weekend. free Saturday, free Sunday.

I think I won’t even go to the gym today. I just want to clean my space. clean my head. clean everything around me after weeks of that renovation at my aunt’s house, which I’m kind of in charge of. people were here every day, from 6 p.m. till late – one electrician stayed till 11:30 p.m. last time. so yeah, it’s been full days of my presence being borrowed.

and now, finally, it’s quiet. it’s mine again.

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Friday, 31.10.2025

: dear , listen up, very carefully: i don’t want my to fold (or unfold). i don’t want it to transform into an – that’s a bad direction. should stay thin, pockety, simple. it’s supposed to disappear in your hand, not unfold into something clumsy.

but #ipad… oh, that’s a different story. i want my 11″ to grow. to open up. imagine this: you use the small one on the , on the go, , , . then you sit down in a place, and it unfolds – smoothly, beautifully – into a big one. 14, maybe 15 inches. a full workspace. a writing desk. a creative field.

should stay what it is: the quick, smart tool in motion.

should become what it wants to be: a that expands with your space.

maybe should stop trying to make the bigger

and start making the expand.

i already live somewhere between these two worlds. i have three ipads, and i love every one of them. the mini – not the latest version – is my pocket . perfect for evenings, checking feeds, on , sometimes even short posts.

the eleven-inch pro (with m2) is my travel – i’m actually this post on it right now. it’s also my companion, my everything-device when i’m away. if i had to choose just one, this would probably be the one. it’s perfect.

and then there’s the air – the 13-inch one. oh my god, i love this device. i love working with it in cafes, love on it at , listening to in the while i make – even though its speakers are worse than the pro’s.

each has its own place in my . i love them all.

but the minimalistic me says it’s too much.

and i know i’ll have to let one go someday. i just don’t know which one. it’s going to be hard.

so please, – make that foldable next year.

don’t make me choose.

Saturday, 25.10.2025

: after my , i was afraid that my daughters wouldn’t trust me much. that it would feel strange when they stayed at my place – for me and for them. that it would be hard to live, even for a few days, in my minimalistic, one-room house – this weird, symbiotic space so different from every other . i thought it would be hard for them. hard for me. awkward most of the time. it’s not easy to let someone into such a closed world – even your own kids.

but it’s not like that at all. it’s the opposite. i feel so good when they’re here, in this stupid little house. and even more — i can feel that they also feel great here with me. we talk a lot, we always eat together, we laugh almost every minute we’re together. we fight against fast food, go rollerblading, watch our dancing videos – because we’re all learning to dance! and i don’t think it’s a coincidence.

in the first year after the divorce, after leaving my wife, i often wondered if it was the right decision. today i’m sure it was – the most important one of my life. and i’m so glad everything turned out this way. i feel deeply grateful – for my choices, but also for all those little coincidences that led me here.

or… maybe there are no coincidences?

my daughters are sleeping right now, and i can’t wait to wake them up to spend another morning with them. yeah, i was so wrong at first. i’m glad they’re here. and… i think… they also feel good here, with me.

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Monday, 30.01.2017

my older daughter, when she was little, often lost all sorts of strange things in her room. from toys to clips, hair elastics and headbands. she would then come to me and say:

dad, I’ve got a problem. I lost that red doll with the long dress. you know which one. but that’s okay, right? you’ll help me find it?

who among us hasn’t forgotten where we put our wallet, headphones, charger, purse, or car keys? we’re always looking for something. at school, we could blame the dog for eating our homework. but how do you explain to a police officer that the dog ate your driver’s license?

once school is over, forgetfulness starts to cost more. sometimes money, sometimes just nerves.

it’s not so bad when you can go to the store and buy a new doll. worse when it’s a rare library book, a memory card with your vacation photos, or a wedding ring you took off “just for a moment.” that’s when panic starts. and in panic, it’s hard to find anything.

so I made a little plan — first for my daughters, later for myself.
it works not only when you’re looking for toys, but also when you’ve lost your calm, patience, or sense of direction.


1. breath, breath…

believe me, in many cases it all ends here. just stop, take a few calm breaths and… suddenly you remember where it lies.
calmness really helps you find more than nerves.

2. clear your head

if that doesn’t work – try to calm down. slow down. sit in silence for a while. let the thoughts stop racing.
I have already written about a simple way to calm down – go back to it.
the goal is simple: forget everything, even the doom.
see yourself from a distance, along with your flaws, inattention, absentmindedness.
sometimes you have to accept chaos to find something in it.

3. think again

are you sure it’s even yours?
it sounds funny, but children often look for toys that aren’t theirs at all. maybe they just saw them at someone’s house.
in the adult world it can be similar – we look for things we think we’ve lost, when in fact we never had them.
it’s worth making sure.

4. borrowed?

sometimes the answer is trivial: you borrowed. either from someone or yourself from someone.
my daughter loves to swap toys and always forgets who she gave what to.
maybe you also gave something away – and forgot?

5. where should it be?

now just starting the actual search.
start with where the thing should be.
maybe a shelf above the bed, maybe a table, maybe a drawer, just not the one you need.
sometimes something just fell behind a cabinet.
look where you’re “sure you’ve already checked”. because that’s where it most often lies.

6. where should it not be?

my daughter is looking for slippers every morning. usually they are under the bed, but sometimes – in the bathroom.
it is worth tracing the path that the doom may have traveled.
if it is not at its destination, it probably got stuck along the way.
just like those slippers that sometimes do not arrive in the evening from the bathroom under the bed.

7. kidnapping!

no, it’s not about stealing. it’s about coincidence.
sometimes someone just takes something of yours, not knowing you’ll be looking for it later.
in my house is a classic: one daughter plays with the other’s toys.
or my wife’s tidying up – which can effectively “tidy up” my stuff too.


these seven points are most often enough.
sometimes I find one daughter’s doll, sometimes the other daughter’s cuddly toy, and sometimes my wallet behind the cabinet.
sometimes the electricity bill in the coloring books, and the tablet – in the sock drawer (don’t ask).

but there are also things that stay lost. and maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. maybe not everything needs to be found.

because sometimes when you lose something – you find something more important: patience, detachment, a smile.
and this is not likely to get lost anymore.