Ode to My Fashion

Hello! I'm currently on the hunt for a flat to rent, and let me tell you, it's been quite the journey—trying to stay positive here, but honestly, it's driving me insane. After my separation, I moved back in with my parents, thinking it would be a temporary situation. I figured that once I settled in, I'd quickly find a place of my own. Fast forward six years since my divorce, and I’m still living at home. The reasons are straightforward: finding an affordable flat in this city, especially in this economy, is nothing short of a Herculean task. My brother and his wife spent two years searching before they found something decent and affordable near our parents' house. They’ve turned their flat into a place they love with renovations and thoughtful décor. Renting is expensive, and owning is practically unattainable unless you buy land outside the city, build from scratch, and ideally, bought that land 20 years ago. Sometimes, when I see the prices, I feel like crying be

Hello! Remember when I posted about returning to  Ngor Island  after so long? In that post, I mentioned my intention to explore the island further. Well, I finally did just that, and I brought the boys along. Spontaneously, I decided to spend a weekend there. I can't count how many times I've planned a weekend on the island over the years. I even bookmarked some hotels and rental houses. Yet, somehow, I never managed to go. I didn't want to go alone and I couldn't find anyone to accompany me. I booked a room online at a hotel I had previously visited called La Maison du Bonheur. Off we went with the boys on a Friday afternoon. I called the hotel in advance to arrange transportation since Ngor is an island and requires a boat to get there. Upon arrival at the beach, I called the number the hotel gave me and reached a boat operator. I purchased round-trip fare for the boat: 6000 FCFA for us three. We were given life vests while we waited. The beach was crowded with others