I absolutely love walking. Seriously, if I’m not replying to messages, it means either I’ve gone into the woods looking for adventures (or just to the park for coffee), or my legs decided that 10,000 steps are too boring and demanded 15,000. The main thing is to find a bench in time so I don't collapse.

My perfect evening looks like this: I walk alone (or with a friend) just long enough to justify two huge servings of popcorn, then I dive onto the couch, wrap myself in a blanket, and put on something with a high rating and the most dramatic characters possible. Spoilers are my arch-nemesis!

I’m that girl whose head simultaneously plays the soundtrack of a favorite series and the sound of footsteps on the pavement. My life is an eternal choice between "one more episode" and "one more kilometer."

Movies and series are my second element (right after fresh air). My superpower is starting a new series on a weekday evening and accidentally finishing it by Monday morning. I curse myself for the sleepless nights but savor every second of it, like a cat who just stole the sour cream