Highlights of June

Highlights of June: lots of dessert & San Francisco

June was such a strange but kind of wonderful month in hindsight. I had a lot of ups & downs that are associated with living in Ireland & Dublin. But then again I was lucky enough to spend half of the month in San Francisco. June was lots of moments of happiness, but also moments of unhappiness. Here are the…

Build Bridges San Francisco

Goodbye San Francisco, Hello Ireland!

I haven’t written anything in the last couple of days. Guess I failed that challenge. Again. I shrug my shoulders and don’t care. The days I cared about meticulously doing what I said I was going to do are long gone. I promised myself that I would go to bed at 12 o’clock each day. “Create routines”. Fuck that. When…

You are special

Letter To My Mum, Dad & Sister

I don’t believe in official holidays. They are invented by Hallmark to sell more post cards. However I do believe in celebrations. Celebrating life changes. Like moving into a new place. Getting a dog. Graduating. And today is a day to celebrate. But before going into that, I like to talk a little about about my family. In particular my mum,…

Highlights of April

15 High- & lowlights of April

In April I decided to challenge myself in several ways; eating vegetarian for a month, chopping off all my hair… I debated those things for quite some time/months, and they all turned out to be pretty legendary. Lesson learned; less debating, more doing.   1. Laughing and crying at the same time. Like really crying Have you ever experienced laughing so hard,…

Done is better than perfect

The fear of posting this

I slid my phone over to Laurence, sitting across of me on a train. On the screen was the post about the sudden death of my grandmother. She carefully carved out 3 minutes of her trip to California to read it. Her fingers swiped down on the little screen. After those minutes she looked at me with tears in her eyes. One of…

Never wait

Never wait. Dedication to my grandmother.

My grandmother died an hour ago. She passed away in the hospital, while I was arranging flying to Belgium to see her a last time before it was too late. I guess that’s life’s way of saying ‘never wait’. My grandmother was 87 and had a good life, but boy how I wished I could have had that last glass of port…

Translate »