It's been a few weeks of quarantine now and staying sane is proving hard. I've made a little audio diary of how I am staying productive (or at least trying to, given the circumstances). https://soundcloud.com/lizeylourenco/hello-from-home-ep-1-reclaiming-my-routine There's truly no easy way to go about being in isolation. However, to sum up the audio, these are some… Continue reading An Audio Diary: Hello from Home – Episode One
The government recommends that everyone practice social-distancing and stay at home during the Covid-19 outbreak, so that's what I'm trying to do. Of course, like many people, I've given myself some leeway to keep myself sane and mentally healthy. The coming months will impact so many aspects of life, from education, work and broader economic… Continue reading How I’m Tackling the Self-Quarantine
We’ve all experienced that immense desire to reshape our lives at some point. The actual method always comes as an afterthought. In case you haven’t noticed, my activity on this blog dropped off over the holiday season. Two months later and I’m ready to jump back in the saddle. All the Fun Things When I… Continue reading 2020 So Far: Everything I’ve Gotten Right and Wrong
I hated learning French in school. A lot. Things changed after I stumbled into learning Italian. I realised that I didn’t hate all languages, I just didn’t get French. Photo by Cait Ellis on Unsplash If you’ve ever tried to learn an instrument, you’re probably familiar with that feeling. One instrument, or language in this case, can feel… Continue reading 5 Reasons Why I’m Learning Three Languages.
I don't have the worst acne but I certainly don't have the best skin. The first pimples appeared around the beginning of puberty, as they do for most people. Naturally, I adopted a skin care routine consisting of cheap cleansers and generous dabs of the palest shade of drug store foundation. When I turned 15,… Continue reading What Having Cystic Acne Has Taught Me
Photo by Edwin Andrade on Unsplash It is Australia Day, and the air pushes down on us with a force only Australians can describe. My friend Meg and I are ten metres from the stage, buried 30 000 people deep. When I had agreed to take the spare ticket for Florence + the Machine, I’d thought to myself,… Continue reading Sweat and Music
Starting a blog feels really uncomfortable. Despite my accursed outgoing façade, I'm actually a teensy bit petrified that I'm going to royally step in it by publishing something regrettable on the internet that will be here forever - dun, dun, duhhh. However, I'm going to give writing this thing a jolly good shot. The devil… Continue reading Tabula Rasa