The Most Normal Week (aka Best One Yet)

At first, I didn’t expect last week to live up to anything special. Nothing particularly stuck out, or at least in its totality, it was like any normal work week. But as I’m looking back now, I actually had a lovely couple of incidents. Who would have believed it (Hint: Not me) – that I…

Routine or Celebrate?

Happy Fourth of July! Let’s all celebrate independence, eat burgers and watch fireworks. Cue explosion. Just kidding, I’m in the Netherlands. The only celebration I’ll be attending here is my personal brownie baking party tonight. Attendance Count: One. Besides continually asking myself why there is no adulting manual (come on Penguin Random House, I’m depending…

A Retreat To Normalcy

After any long travel, my body always reminds me how important rest is. Correspondingly, I never seem to listen. Even though I arrived back from Cape Town only last Tuesday, I’ve felt this urge to be productive, go to the gym, attend yoga courses, meet new people, and do all of the things. And if…

That woman knows who I am and loves me anyways

Never again will I underestimate South African winter. Never again. I wasn’t really here for the biting cold temperatures and freezing feet that I continue to endure. I was here for the all-together worthwhile task of visiting my far away boyfriend, Jim. There’s a lot of literature on the merits and perils of a long…

Is There A Limit to How Many Stroopwafels You Can Eat?

Answer: No. There is no limit to the amount of stroopwafels you can eat, as long as you do it in the Dutch way. What does that mean? The locals here have a saying: “God schept geen mond, of hij schept er ook brood.”¬†Or in English: Try not to worry so much about the future….

The Art of the Settle

Whenever moving accommodation is involved, I am inordinately focused on one thing: settling in. Hauling luggages and bags doesn’t matter to me as much as putting everything in an appropriate spot. What do I mean by that? I want to move my workouts to a time that’s suitable for my new routine. When should I…

den Haag, the Hague or ‘s-Gravenhage?

Three days have passed since I moved myself 700 km from Berlin to the Hague and I’m still not sure which name is exactly correct. Work doesn’t begin until next week, so these past couple days have felt more like vacation than anything. I’m glad to be validated in knowing I made the right choice…

Brunch and Book Club

Questing for fluffy challah, and soaking it in eggy mixture to be fried on the stove brings warm nostalgia to my heart. I can’t say whether it’s the challah, french toast aspect or simply cooking for other people that I love the most – but it’s absolutely my favourite way to start the day. In…