I’ve mentioned before that I grew up in Antwerp, right?
I can’t say I had a happy childhood, but every once in a while—really rarely—I’d catch a glimpse of what I thought normal felt like. Because I wouldn’t exactly call my childhood “normal.”
“Let’s just quickly swing by the supermarket to grab something nice—maybe a bottle of wine and some good cheese.”
I thought I had a quick blog post and a free afternoon ahead of me — but things took a very different turn…
You know, recently the mother of my friend Yuki passed away. I wanted to send her my best wishes for Easter, but it’s tricky to wish someone a “Happy Easter” when they’re in mourning.