The Shameless Beg-packer
“Grandpa, what are dreams?”
“Grandpa, what are dreams?”
“Let’s move to the Netherlands. We’ll both go. To start over.”
I remember my first remembrance day. My family had immigrated to a strange country “Canada”. It’s a country that I’ve never heard of, where it was cold and clean,...
It’s the night before you depart. You are literally hopping up and down in excitement, in anticipation of the adventures that await you just on the other side of ...
So begins the first program I write in every programming language I’ve ever learned, and so begins this post, this blog, and this new venture.