Gerrianne Pennings

1 story every 24 hours | 365 stories written by a 24-year-old

Day 352 – The every day days

It just kicked in. How is it 18 September already? Time flies. Sometimes it feels like days are flying by like frames of a movie scene. If I could choose, I would love to be in a drama, a bit... Continue Reading →

Dag 351 – Dansen in de keuken

2,5 jaar was ze. Nog nooit in haar leven sneeuw gezien, denk ik. Haar naam betekent vrede. Vrijdag ochtend overleed ze, na twee weken in het ziekenhuis met ernstige brandwonden. Een longontsteking erboven op werd haar kleine lichaampje teveel. Ik... Continue Reading →

Day 349 & 350 – White

Yesterday morning I woke up on the edge of Uganda's biggest national park. The sun rose with its orange, warm glow over the endless fields of green. For the first time in a long time, I woke up in a... Continue Reading →

Day 346 – Role to play

It's been a long day at work. And while the sun is slowly setting, I am taking a quick shower to fresh up. Today I took notes during meetings, typed up plans and notes into protocol and hey, then I... Continue Reading →

Dag 344 – Plan tussen de regels

Ergens helemaal in het begin schreef ik een blog over Esther. Over bloemen uit de tuin van mijn moeder en een prekenserie. Esther, het mooiste meisje van de klas. Schopt het tot koningin. Haar leven lijkt over rozen te gaan.... Continue Reading →

Day 341 – Steps

Step by step. Just do the next thing. Don't worry about tomorrow, just focus on what you need to get done today. It's all sorts of thoughts that go through my mind. The whole day.  Life is a bit insecure... Continue Reading →

Day 340 – The end is near

I am really starting to feel it. The end is near. It's almost over. And as I am approaching the end, I really feel that I need a break from being online. It's not so much the writing that is... Continue Reading →

Day 338 – Typing

It has been raining over the past couple days. I love the sound on my tin roof. Today in the office I noticed how the 6 hands and 30 fingers of my colleagues and their keyboards and I are sort... Continue Reading →

Day 337 – World under water

I love water. I miss the sea. Back in the Netherlands I would love to just jump on a train, go to the beach and simply walk beside the sea for an hour. When I lived in Spain, a 20-minute... Continue Reading →

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