I’m not crying. You’re crying.
Anja finished her ceramics class
90s aesthetic on pick-up day
Second scene from Nascosto
First scene from Nascosto
Unable to get over the fact that we can casually stream TV shows produced and directed by Anja’s aunt.
Our first Mother’s Day!
Friday afternoon office charcuterie
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Months ago, as I passed this building on the tram, I thought to myself “psshhh, imagine working here.” And now I’m casually staying for Friday night drinks until 10pm.
Past midnight, I look for me in the yellow shirt on a Paris high street, next to you and I think I’m crying a bit. Mid-steak I jumped up from my chair, shouted your moniker at the top of my lungs, and we talked about the Internet, mental health, about women writing, about Paris, and how beautiful and odd it was that I knew so much about two kids I would never meet. I can’t find the picture now in the digital chaos, but I do find a little monster lurking in the shadows. Oh Heather, how terrified you’ve made me of the word relapse. How truly spectacular it was to know you the way I did.
And that’s week one of onboarding.
Is it okay to have a crush on a dog?
Feeling most welcome
Dream come true: coffee in a soup bowl
Cycling with Lemonade
The things (shoes, birds) we sell on King’s Day
Lucky thing we have a good electrician.
I need to get Lemonade a rain coat.
Flevopark after dinner
It’s nice to have nice neighbors
16 weeks and melting hearts
Spotted Evelyn and her gorgeous nails at Coffee Company just now.
Thanks for the sweet send-off, coworkers at Leeruniek!