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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.
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Continue reading →: My Body has started leaving feedbackNobody tells you that one day you’ll get genuinely excited because someone recommended putting a pillow between your knees… and even worse, that they’ll be absolutely right.
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Continue reading →: What I thought was normalAs children, we rarely notice the roles people play around us. We simply assume life works the way it always has. It’s only years later that you start seeing your parents not just as Mum and Dad, but as people shaped by their own generation, choices, limitations and ways of…
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Continue reading →: The beach version of MeSpent two long weekends rediscovering that sunshine fixes most things, beach parking requires military strategy, and that every summer I briefly convince myself I should buy an apartment by the sea before reality and Funda quickly humble me again.
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Continue reading →: The return of my terrible footworkAfter avoiding tennis for almost twenty years because of sports anxiety, weak arms, emotional baggage and deeply questionable footwork, I have finally decided it might be time to pick up a racket again, mainly because Pilates apparently unlocked both my glutes and my courage.
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Continue reading →: A shopping spree for criminalsWent back to work after the holiday expecting a calm short week and instead discovered someone had apparently spent the vacation enthusiastically funding their own lifestyle with a stolen work bank card, complete with train rides, shopping sprees and a jewellery finale.
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Continue reading →: The retirement plan changes dailySpent the final days of the holiday discussing early retirement, investing, emotional breakdowns over cappuccinos, and the deeply unfair reality that some people apparently just enjoy working without questioning their entire existence every vacation.
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Continue reading →: The Beach should not be this complicated!Spent forty-five minutes debating whether to go to the beach, questioned wind, routes, breakfast and life choices, went anyway, and within minutes realised the only difficult part had been leaving the house.
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Continue reading →: I’ll hang yours, not mine!Helped someone else wallpaper their house, realised I never do that for my own, ended up watching kids ring doorbells and run away, and somehow that felt like a perfect day.
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.
Welcome to Diary of Almost Everything.
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