Netflix, how could you?

Some days I’ll do anything to avoid being productive. Cue Netflix. However, the other day I had a nasty shock.

Netflix has cancelled their production of my favorite show – Sense8. The last season, season two, left the viewers with a massive cliffhanger. Now I’m never going to know how it turned out. My only comfort is that I can rewatch the first seasons again and again (and again).

It feels like I’ve been robbed. Robbed of future good moments, of intense excitement, and of heartfelt agony and triumph for and with the characters. Which show am I now going to look forward to with the same childish joy? Which show can I turn to, that can provide me with the same crazy plot and lovable characters?

I might be overreacting, but how could you Netflix,

HOW COULD YOU?

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In loving memory of the greatest show Netflix has ever produced.

A 100 Times I’ve Told You

My secrets. My thoughts. My feelings. I’ve given you my words. To have and to hold. Bits and pieces of a life lived far, far away from your own. This is my hundred post.

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A 100 times I’ve told you thank you. Yet, I feel like it should be 101. Thank you.

An Open Letter to My Followers

500 followers. Half of you probably don’t know you still follow, and half of the other half followed because you hoped I would follow back. The ensuing words are to those left. Those who continuously read my posts, have my back and make me smile.

You’ve given me so much since I started blogging last September. You made me push my limits when I tried to make excuses not to. You suffered through my early blogging days, and were still here when I came back from a break.

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I want to say thank you. Thank you for coming along on my journeys and staying by my side. Thank you for your comments; your insights, your encouragement, all of those hilarious jokes. I have loved getting to know you, and it is because of you I still blog.

Thank you!!

224 Days

When I was younger I wanted to become an animal caretaker at a zoo. Or a star. Or a diplomat. As far as I was concerned, I could become whatever I wanted. The sky wasn’t even the limit (Go astonauts!).

Today, several years older, I don’t know what I want to become. Thankfully, I have 224 days to figure it out. My next adventure will then begin: becoming a student.

224 days to travel, sleep, and just breathe. This blog will tell stories from some of those days.

Welcome to my life! 🙂