…but where would they live?
Lately, I've been struggling with what will become of me when I grow up. I'm 32, I don't own anything that really is mine other than a windowsill of succulents and a very soft blankets that gives me more comfort than I care to admit, I don't live with my husband which, believe it or... Continue Reading →
It seems just like yesterday when I sat in my new home, wondering if I was really going to be able to do all of this. Wondering if I could handle my workload, living in a new country, taking care of myself (i.e. cooking for myself!) all starting now. I wondered if all of this... Continue Reading →
When I got to Ireland, I needed something to distract me from the journey that got me to moving to Ireland and from what yet lies ahead (bear with me, this makes more sense in a minute or two), so I looked through my landlord's bookcase and found Roald Dahl's Matilda. If you're not familiar... Continue Reading →
I delivered my bachelor's thesis about three days ago and ever since I clicked the button that said "deliver" I had absolutely nothing, and I mean NOTHING, to do. I am literally losing my mind, not doing anything. That's not to say, that I sit around on my sofa in my comfy pants and stare... Continue Reading →
The new year is two days old and I bet most of the resolutions the majority of us made are already broken. You know, things like "Don't eat too many sweets. Exercise more. Loose weight. Quit smoking." All the good ones, that we so quickly promise to hold and yet even quicker throw over board.... Continue Reading →
A bird loves a fish 