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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…

How was your spring break?

Lille, France With our heads held high and voices as nasal as possible, we marched to France. It was our first time traveling together. Tía Maguiña is a stylish woman, mixing Spanish emotion with French elegance. Her food is amazing, and her house is charming and light. Thai on a Tuesday night, fairy lights twinkle…

Two marshmallows and an oompa-loompa walk into an Icelandic bar

It’s the second Friday since we arrived home from Iceland, and Emma, Maguiña, and I are eating dinner together. We also did this last Saturday, but with the addition of Emma’s boyfriend, Julius. Anyways, we’re sitting there eating, and I get hit with a question from Emma asking when I’m going to write a blog post about Iceland. I cringe a bit because of how corny the situation is, but then Maguiña echoes her question too. In fact this is the second time I’ve gotten this request from Maguiña. So here’s to you two cheeseballs, dying to read my mind…

Suits, sidewalks, & suffostication

“How’s Geneva omg is it as pretentious as it always kinda sounds?”–Marrit On the bus ride to class, I went from one end of the city to the other, and was shocked by all of the men in suits. Since when do you wear a suit in public transportation, everyday to work? Since you live…

Down to Earthers, thinking Hvar out of this world

“What time is it? The time of your life!”–said everyone So I have roughly 3 days in Middelburg before I take off again, and there’s so much to do. Essentially, I have 3 days to physically, processually, and intellectually transition, as well as enjoy my lovely little city in July. Let’s get my final thoughts sorted…