Day 1 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD — Today is my birthday. And like all birthdays, it should be an amazing day. There should be metaphorical fireworks going off in my life. My loved ones, family, friends should be everywhere, celebrating with me, teasing me about reaching my mid-thirties, and showering me with happy memories. It should be…

Day 140 of The Andie Chronicles — I could hear the rattling of the trains against the tracks, the bell of each stop piercing the muted journey, along with the crashing of the doors opening and closing. Without the weekday commuters, it was like I was part of the journey, as opposed to enduring it. I couldn’t…

Day 139 of The Andie Chronicles — The water running across my back should have soothed my pounding head, dry mouth and the knot twisted in my stomach. Alas, it was doing jack shit right now. You can’t undo the effects of espresso martinis followed by straight vodka, with a few measly ice cubes, with a simple…

Day 138 of The Andie Chronicles — Oh, if Alex Martens could see me now. He would faint in disbelief. Or probably kidnap me and pour a cold bucket of water over me, hoping to bring me back to reality. He wouldn’t believe I would be standing next to Douglas playing the role of one of his…

Day 137 of The Andie Chronicles — “What did you think of the warehouse?” Standing in line at this tiny hole-in-the-wall Vietnamese cafe was becoming a daily ritual. Usually, I would stand there alone, but today as I was departing my office, I found James doing the same thing. …

Day 136 of The Andie Chronicles — Wedged between James and Sophia, I couldn’t believe we were taking one of Douglas’ fleets to a warehouse. It should have been a triumphant moment in our business development. Yet, it was the last place I wanted to be. James couldn’t sit still. “This traffic is god awful. …

Day 135 of The Andie Chronicles — “Why are you sitting in the middle of your office?” Sophia stood over me as I twirled my favourite grey lead in my fingertips. In my best version of the splits, I wrestled with an oversized sketchbook. …

Day 134 of The Andie Chronicles — The prospect of spending ten hours at work, an hour and a half commuting, an hour of cooking dinner, and another four hours of working was untenable. But I did it. And as soon as I told James I was going to bed I felt this undeniable surge to hustle. …

Day 133 of The Andie Chronicles — “My dear, it’s wonderful to see you.” Stepping inside Barbie’s home was like stepping into a cabaret museum. The posters from the classic shows decorated every wall; Liza in Cabernet. Barbara in Funny Girl. Julie in My Fair Lady. And if you were lucky enough to stay at her house…