A few years ago, I went grocery shopping with my boyfriend at the pristine supermarket in his lush, metropolitan slice of the city. “I’ll get the onions while you grab the red peppers,” he’d said to me, not realising that he was about to awaken a long-forgotten dream. I perused the unfamiliar produce aisle in…
Tag: life
The Meaning of Life; The Meaning(less) of Death
Death is so final, and I’m not sure how to deal with that. I’ve always known that, in theory. I first grasped the meaning of death when I was 9 years old, the year my grandfather passed away. I remember it taking a while for me to understand that I will never see him again,…
Happiness in the city: reaching rock-bottom to feel alive again
Exactly a month ago, I wrote a (granted, very dramatic) journal entry titled ‘who stole my happiness?’. It wasn’t the first unhappy entry though.
A Special Pain Called Growth
My best friend at university had this massive, daunting, 400 page long astrology boo. It had us hunched over with wide eyes and exclamations of “that’s so accurate!” on many pizza-fuelled sleepless nights. Each page of this book was titled a different date of the year, followed by a detailed explanation of what people born…
Isolation In the City: My Front Door Made Me Do It
I’m not going to sit here and type out 500 words about how you should be using your time to read more books again (you’re welcome). But I am going to share a story about a door.
Coffee & Chaos 