Gerrianne Pennings

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



Day 322 – About feeling anxious and self care

Pff, I'm tired. I should be all energized from my leave and ready to get back into work. But maybe I am not. But just a couple texts from a friend already make such a difference. And while I am... Continue Reading →

Day 320 – About being free

I woke up this morning to the sound of the very loud and frankly quite annoying generator. No power. Again. It happens all the time. Perks of living in a Ugandan city I guess. But you get used to it.... Continue Reading →

Day 300 – Dependency

For a very long time, probably as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be independent. Do my own thing, preferably without any help. This blogging adventure started that way too. Somewhere I wanted to prove to myself... Continue Reading →

Day 294 – The smell of paper

I love the smell of real books. I think being in the library as a kid on Wednesday afternoons was one of my favourite moments in the week. Often my sister and I would get the maximum number of books... Continue Reading →

Day 270 – How to live for beginners

It's been a while since I wrote about silence, spirituality and all that jazz. When I was back home in the fall I regularly visited the monastery close by. I would go for walks in the woods and then just... Continue Reading →

Day 261 – Banana-mango bread and a promise to a friend

So I am doing this reading challenge with my sister. 50 books in one year. 52 actually, since one of the categories is 'a trilogy'. Either way, I'm doing not really well. I've read like 15 books or so and... Continue Reading →

Day 231 – Short and sweet

You know what? Today I am going to keep it short. This morning I posted my Day 231 on social media. It really was a pure moment in which my heart was overflowing with joy, contentment and happiness. I posted... Continue Reading →

Day 98 – House becomes home

A week ago the new year started. That evening I realised that I was actually going to move in the first days of the new year. Literally a new start again. I've had so many of those moments in the last two years, that I didn't really look forward to doing it another time. But I also knew that this was the decision I made earlier and that it would all turn out okay. And it did. We are now a week further and I can truly say that I am blessed with a new home. Something today made a difference. Today this new house became a home.

Day 88 – The infinity of camp

So today was Amsterdam filled day! Tourist in my own country. Not that we could see much, since the whole city was filled with fog. Yet Amsterdam has something mythical. Some streets and houses seem like they came straight out of a fairy tale. The bridges, canals, houses, history. They make Amsterdam just a little bit different than any other city. 

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