Recently, I looked out of the train window and noticed something odd. An office building, nine or ten floors high. Through almost every window I could see plants. How strange that we build artificial structures to keep nature out, only to fill them with a tamer version of it. A
"How are you feeling? Did you have someone to have lunch with today? OMG have you met XYZ? He's a true OG here." After sending this message to my new hire along with an appropriate GIF I paused. Was I ... being a Jessica? It had never
Three years ago, on a fall evening, after a long day at work and a 1 hour and 10 minute commute, I bought an apricot fruit tart at a convenience store at the train station, sat down, opened the plastic box, had a bite and started crying. I had a
Pedal, pedal, pedal all the way home. Growing up, my family lived in a small village. It had about 3,500 inhabitants at the time, four bus stops, a small mom-and-pop store, a bakery, and a post office. As kids we walked to kindergarten, and later to elementary
As a teenager, I struggled a lot with my body perception and weight. I've learned in the years of therapy that followed that, for starters, eating disorders are contagious. Well, I happened to be a 15-year-old who just wanted to fit in with a bunch of
If your Instagram is anything like mine, you will have seen pictures of Seoul by night and day—the neon signs, the convenience stores, the gacha stores, and not to forget all the pop-ups and skincare boutiques. Korea does capitalism on another level. The special editions, urging you to
I've followed big bloggers like Chiara Ferragni (https://www.theblondesalad.com/en/, fashion influencer), signed up and read newsletters like Foodhack (https://www.foodhack.global/ food industry, where start-ups match with investors), listened to Call her daddy or Daddy issues (lifestyle podcasts) and always admired that these