Last night I watched Love, Rosie. If you haven’t seen it, don’t bother, as it wasn’t anything special. But for every reason why it wasn’t special, that’s the reason why I went to bed last night feeling like tomorrow would be Christmas. The plot’s time span is about 20 years, in which you see two teenage friends who are secretly in love, grow up and lead separate lives, all the while checking in with what the other is doing. And just like every other chick flick, yes, Lily Collins and Sam Claflin do end up together. But that’s besides the…
A kaleidoscope of life
From July, 2018
The Italian Getaway
I knew taking a five day trip away from Middelburg days before the big move to Ireland was risky business. But anxiety about the next time I would be able to jet off to foreign places propelled me to do it anyways. As my aunt had mentioned during grad week: I’m afraid of being trapped. Two days before I was set to meet Mieke in Brussels, I had a meltdown. Actually, it was the second meltdown in one week. I had been agitated, anxious, and upset over the state of my moving process. Furniture wasn’t sold according to my predetermined…
