Isle of Ones

One rainy day of March in the full throttle of a full blown existential crisis, The Isle of Nines is born. It is born from my mind and as far as you read these words, it takes shape in your own mind.

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I was born Romanian and became Dutch. I was born a woman and became a mother. I studied chemistry and became an engineer. Somewhere along the way, me, myself and I sat together and whispered that I must become a blogger.

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And here we are, me with my words and you with your eyes moving on this page. From my mind to your mind, let us journey together to dig out our fears and dreams, to bring them out in the sun and to smile at our childish selfs.

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“Women were made to be loved, not understood” says Oscar Wilde and if I lose you along the way, remember that line.