Posts tagged with: personal

My boyfriend purchased the new Geraldine Brooks novel for my mom’s birthday. And it started a discussion about how much my mother loved People of the Book so I borrowed it. It was actually my surprise last-read of 2015. Brooks wrote Bosnia convincingly. She was there during the war as a journalist covering what was going on. She managed......
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aka a non-Parisian girl’s guide to the best restaurant (she visited) in Paris I didn’t know if I’d fall in love with the food in Paris. I love macarons, but it isn’t quite the same as falling in love with the meals. I haven’t ever fallen in love with a Parisian-style restaurant in the states…......
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Sacré-Cœur has had my heart since before I saw it. I have a strange love of churches. I’m not a religious person and yet churches feel like a second home. They’re as easy to be in as a library or bookstore for me. I felt incredibly at peace within Sacré-Cœur. I wrote while I was within......
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Harpa is such a visually striking part of the Reyjavik waterfront. Despite driving and walking by it for a few days, we never had enough time to walk in and really view it. We finally made time on day 6 after Felix and I got our tattoos. More on that later. Harpa strongly reminded me......
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The Reykjavik Art Museum was a chance find. I knew of its existence but I didn’t think we’d have time to stop by and enjoy it fully. Felix found, I think, his favourite souvenir here in the form of tarot cards re-interpreted, re-imagined....
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In January, a calendar reminder popped up on Felix’s computer, reminding him to ask me to think about going to Iceland in May. It was meant to be a large trip – a huge group of friends – but it worked out that only three of us went. The trip was a go, planned from......
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Every article I’ve read about a woman living alone is one of defending it. The Broadway Building has been my dream apartment for years and I finally have my open-1-bedroom-park-view piece of it. I’ve never had the chance to live alone; I’m not sure what to expect from it. I wonder if things are supposed to feel......
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