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Pretending to Like Museums

Museums bore me… Continue reading →

February 15, 2021March 6, 2021

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What I Thought of ‘Normal People’

“Why can’t I be like normal people?”… Continue reading →

September 11, 2020January 21, 2021

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The Danger in Being Too Positive

Removing my rose-coloured glasses … Continue reading →

June 29, 2020June 28, 2020

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Missing Pointless Things

I miss knowing the pointless details… Continue reading →

March 5, 2021March 5, 2021

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How Things Are Supposed to Feel

Expectations vs reality… Continue reading →

February 22, 2021March 5, 2021

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One of those Nights

Different but the same… Continue reading →

February 19, 2021March 6, 2021

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We Need Spring

Spring is an excuse to leave our tiny rooms… Continue reading →

March 1, 2021March 4, 2021

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Remembering Sunshine

Here comes the sun do, do, do, do… Continue reading →

January 27, 2021February 5, 2021

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Lessons from The Sky

Nature is the best teacher… Continue reading →

January 22, 2021February 1, 2021

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The People who Hurt You

Being hurt really hurts… Continue reading →

February 24, 2021March 5, 2021

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No Salsa, but Something More

Learning to rely on yourself … Continue reading →

February 26, 2021March 4, 2021

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Calm

Calm things to dream about… Continue reading →

January 15, 2021January 25, 2021

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“Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?”

Searching for something … Continue reading →

March 3, 2021March 3, 2021

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Arriving

A story about getting there… Continue reading →

January 29, 2021February 8, 2021

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Baking in the Real World

Messy, messy, messy… Continue reading →

February 17, 2021March 6, 2021

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Flower and Flour

This is what I’ll remember… Continue reading →

January 18, 2021January 27, 2021

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A Delivery Fee

You’re worth it… Continue reading →

February 5, 2021February 17, 2021

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What the March Sisters Taught Me About Money

Money talk … Continue reading →

June 10, 2020June 10, 2020

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Editor’s Note

Things I Learned Growing Up
is a blog dedicated to the fragility of time, nestled somewhere between nostalgia for the past, a deep yearning for the future, and the unshakeable longing to live boldly in the present. Here, we celebrate the people who move us, the moments that inspire us, and all the fears, desires, hopes, and doubts that make us human.

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"It turns out the stupid, unimportant details people told me about their lives when we stood next to each other by the coffee machine weren’t stupid or unimportant at all. They were the details that made up the intricate fabrics of their lives which, as it turns out, weren’t boring, or meaningless, or empty. They never were. "⁠

"There is something very heartbreaking about looking at a foreign landscape through a dirty bus window and hearing Carole King ask “doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?” Anybody is me. I am the anybody who doesn’t stay in one place."⁠

"Spring is an excuse to leave our tiny rooms. It is a reason to open the window. It is even an incentive to cut our hair, stay up later, wake up earlier, clean a room, let go of baggage, drink more water, eat more fruit, get more sunshine, read more books, dream up more plans, make fewer excuses."

"Lately, I’ve been in that funny stage of trying to find a balance between figuring things out on my own and reaching out for help. This might be one of the most ambiguous parts of growing up. How to know when to show up for yourself and how to know when to welcome support from others?"⁠

"Hurt changes you. It leaves black smears across your heart and coils thorns around your soul. It’s a blood stain. It’s mud on the carpet that refuses to go away. You cover it with a rug, you ignore it, you look the other way, but it’s still there."⁠

"March felt like summer: sticky, humid, endless. But it’s not supposed to feel like that. It’s supposed to feel like renewed energy, and freshness, and hope. Maybe that’s my problem: I expect things to feel a certain way and then I’m disappointed when they don’t. "⁠

"It’s an ‘almost the end of February’ kind of night. Is it winter or is it spring? Nobody quite knows. The neighbour is still practicing his guitar and the world is still in lockdown. A lot of things are the same but a lot of things are different. And a lot of me is different but a lot of me is also the same. It’s quite a relief: to know that you can shed so much of that which you no longer wish to be but still retain the core of your person. "⁠

⁠First of all, I made this cake!!⁠