It’s been 5 months since I left my loft apartment in Groningen and moved to the United States to start a new life there. 5 freaking months. If I look back at these 5 months, I feel like they have flown by. However, a lot has happened in this period of time, so I guess it makes sense that so much time has already passed. Although I have been sharing my life in Washington DC almost every week on Youtube in my DC Diaries, I haven’t really written any blogpost about it. What’s it like, packing up all your things and moving to a different continent without knowing anyone? Now that I have done it, I can honestly say that it is completely different than I had expected…View Post
I am laying in my bed on the floor. Surrounded by dusty pink pillows and fairy lights, I stare out of the floor-to-ceiling window of my new apartment in Washington DC. I have come a long way. A way different than expected; a way leading to other destinations than planned. Exactly one year ago from today, that way was leading me to the point of questioning my whole existence. Why did this happen to me? How did I allow a person like that into my life, let alone so close to me? Doesn’t this only exist in the movies? I still remember everything, and especially how it felt. I can never forget that. Exactly one year ago from now, I broke up with the person I was in love with. The reason why I had to break up with him, was because he happened to be a compulsive liar.View Post
Dear Diary. It’s my birthday today. And in celebration of that, I like to write this personal note on my previous year as a 22-year old.
I feel like it is an unwritten to tell you that a lot has happened during this year. 22 was definitely a turbulent year for me. Starting with a break-up on my 22nd birthday, and ending it with me moving to a different continent to pursue the American Dream: You can safely say I’ve experienced a lot this past year. I had to fill quite some diaries to be able to process these events.View Post
Dear diary. They always say that memories fade away. Moments that once seem so vivid, slowly transform into distant pastel shades. I don’t agree. If I look back, my memories do not seem to be faded in color at all. They are closer to a fluorescent yellow highlighter shade than a calm, soft lilac. My memories feel like a mozaic of different colors, creating a color explosion of experiences. The colorful ashes that are left will now scatter in my mind for the rest of my life.View Post
The start of a new chapter: don’t we all love a fresh start? Even though it’s questionable if our lives will ever become actual chapters, sometimes we just need to leave things in the past and turn over a new leave. And that’s totally fine, because you are the writer of your story. Your only job is to make it a hella good one. So that’s what I’m going to do: I am going to start a new chapter on Lily Like today.View Post