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Hi guys! Remember me? I used to blog here! Yes, that’s right, all the way back in 2018 I was the person behind this blog, before I started a full-time job and effectively planted a bomb in the middle of my social life. It’s good to see you again! How’ve you been? I had no
Somewhere around early November of last year, I decided to make some major changes in my life (more on that here, if you’re interested). One part of my life-overhaul was changing my career direction, from writing full-time to becoming a front-end developer. I planned to spend the first four months of my career transition just
Hey guys! It’s been a while since I sat down and wrote a life update, and since I updated my logo and some of the design elements on the blog today (what do you think?), it seemed as good a day as any! For the last few months especially, I’ve been going through some big
Ken and I started dating when I was eighteen. That was six years ago, and the clear memories I once had of our first few days together have softened now. I remember, vaguely, the first time we met as adults: on a cold February afternoon in the heart of Leiden, on the day that I
A few weeks ago, my little brother came to visit my boyfriend and me in the Netherlands for Christmas. This was the first time my brother was at our apartment, and he brought some of his American habits with him. Most of those were a welcome reminder from home, but one of them was not:
Welcome to the twenty-third day of Blogmas with Sara Laughed, where I’m blogging every day ’til Christmas Day. Head over to my Blogmas calendar to see the full collection, or click on the gift tag below! I’m not an especially confident person. If you’ve been reading this blog for a few years, then you’re familiar with my
Welcome to the fifteenth day of Blogmas with Sara Laughed, where I’m blogging every day ’til Christmas Day. Head over to my Blogmas calendar to see the full collection, or click on the gift tag below! Today’s post is short and sweet: I just wanted to share Ken’s and my holiday card this year. We’re doing a
Recently, while cleaning out my childhood bedroom for a move, I found a list. It was called “30 Days to a Better Me,” and it carefully mapped out an elaborate self-improvement regime that included daily exercise, affirmations, and reading assignments. This wasn’t a page from some self-help book or a worksheet from a therapist. I
When I grieve, I bake bread. I wasn’t raised in a family that loved baking; the recipes I know, I learned from articles I found online. As such, I’m not really sure when I figured out the therapeutic role of making and kneading dough. But the last few years have put me through some hard