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Continue reading →: The awkward bit between summer and autumnI’ve packed away my summer clothes, made unrealistic plans to become a morning person and decided that twenty-one degrees is now too warm. September hasn’t even started yet.
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Continue reading →: I’m already thinking about dinnerI love cooking for other people. I will plan the menu, buy the good ingredients and happily spend hours making dinner. All I ask in return is that you stay out of my kitchen and, under no circumstances, look at the beef.
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Continue reading →: Memories I never hadApparently all it takes to make me miss 1994 is a grainy VHS filter, a synthesizer and an AI generated memory that never actually happened. I don’t necessarily want the nineties back. I’m just not entirely sure what it is I’m missing.
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Continue reading →: The cats are not speakinglive with two naked cats, several blankets and an increasingly sophisticated peacekeeping operation. Somehow I’m still considering getting a dog.
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Continue reading →: Apparently God has a sense of humourSome people reappear to see whether you’ve changed. Sometimes they reappear so you can see that you have.
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Continue reading →: The appointment I keep almost making.I can convince almost anyone to look after themselves, but the moment it is my own health, I become remarkably talented at postponing the obvious. Apparently giving good advice and following it are two entirely different skills.
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Continue reading →: The slow ball problemSometimes the hardest things aren’t the fastest ones. After almost twenty years away from tennis, I expected my biggest challenge to be rusty technique or aching muscles. Instead, I discovered something much less convenient: the slower the ball, the more time my brain had to get involved. I guess this…
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Continue reading →: The Size of My WorldEvery now and then I convince myself that moving to another city would change everything. Then I remember I’d eventually learn those streets too. Maybe what we’re really searching for isn’t another place to live, but new ways to keep our own world feeling bigger.
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Continue reading →: Waiting for holiday modeEvery year the same thing happens. Summer holidays finally arrive, my calendar empties overnight and my brain immediately decides it’s the perfect time to reorganise my entire life. The holiday feeling usually joins a few days later.
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Continue reading →: Everyone wanted summer… until summer arrivedThirty-eight degrees might be slightly ambitious, but after waiting all winter for summer, I’m certainly not going to spend it complaining.
Hello,
I’m Sophie Quinn
I write from cafés, quiet corners, and whatever moment I’m still mentally processing three days later.
Some people journal.
I write blog posts and call it coping.
This space is where I collect the almosts, the thoughts I should’ve kept to myself, and the kind of stories you only tell when no one interrupts you.
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