Twenty five

I have officially been walking around on this earth for a quarter of a century. If I were a piece of clothing, I might already be vintage. Or at least retro. I celebrated it couch potato-grandma-style, by baking a pumpkin cake and petting cats. Just to reaffirm that I’m old now, you know? Anyway, here’s twenty five years for you.

    • Year 1. On a cloudy Thursday with lots of wind I entered the world, probably screaming because of the unsatisfying results of the local elections the day before. We took some family photos later that year, but I refused to cooperate and made funny faces.
    • Year 2. I got accidentally – at least in their version of the story – locked in a car on a warm summer day together with the key in front of a drugstore. Being the capable one-year old I was, I couldn’t open the door by myself, so my dad had to come home from work to ‘save’ the baby.
    • Year 3. I thought it would be super cool to play hide and seek with my mother, without telling her in advance. I hid so well that my mother thought I had run away/been kidnapped.

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Apartment Hunting 🐢
Trying to catch a chubby turtle

Whereas job hunting for me felt like trying to catch a cheetah (you have no idea where it’s hiding and you somehow have to hunt it down), apartment hunting was more like catching a turtle. You know, turtles aren’t the fastest animals by nature, so catching one isn’t too hard. Well, then imagine that this turtle was really, really old and a bit too chubby. Oh, and lazy too. Then imagine that this turtle just appeared out of nowhere; I opened the door and there it was, taking a nap and not being aware of being caught at all. Then, once the turtle woke up, he looked at me and said “Can I stay with you?”.  Exactly, that was what it was like to find an apartment. Read more »

Job Hunting 🐆
Trying to catch a cheetah

I started to understand why it’s called job hunting. Really, it feels like trying to catch a wild animal – you have no idea where it’s hiding, but somehow you’re trying to find it and hunt it down. Or, you find it, it stands right in front of you, but then it sticks its tongue out and says “I don’t want you”. I endlessly scrolled through the websites where you can supposedly find a cheetah, I addressed the cheetah very nicely in my letter, calling him dear sir, but somehow I still couldn’t seem to catch the cheetah. Here’s a little story about my hunting adventure, where I was trying to catch a wild animal and ended up capturing a frog. Read more »