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What exactly is Jeremy's Journal?
Hey! So—here’s a quick look at what this website is. First off, this is me.
I’m a twenty-four-year old South African living in Berlin. I love film photography and my girlfriend and lists that come in threes. I’m still reckoning with what it means to be 24 in 2024. I don’t really know where my life is leading me, and although this very fact has the tendency to overwhelm and immobilise me, I’m fighting against the load, lurching washing machine of emotions that tell me that that’s a bad thing. This website—Jeremy’s Journal—is a reflection of the thoughts and feelings and worries and chores and challenges and milestones I encounter as I do life. My hope is that, through sharing my heart, I may touch yours. I hope that you feel encouraged or hopeful or seen. Failing that, I hope at least to entertain you for a short while.
I’ve always been a talker, but I only started writing seriously two years ago. After studying design in South Africa and working at a summer camp in New York the year after graduation, I returned to South Africa without much idea of what I’d do with my days. I started writing what would become Jeremy’s Journal out of boredom when dog-sitting for a friend. I’ve fallen in love with writing, hard and fast. I’ve been writing every week (minus a handful of holidays) for some time now, and someday, somehow, I’d like to spend more of my day (or most of it) writing professionally. For now, though, I’m very happy with the journal.
The journal is posted every Saturday at 07:00 GMT+2. That’s South Africas’s timezone. When I was a kid, I would wake up really early on Saturday mornings to watch cartoons on public TV. I usually woke up way too early and endured countless life insurance commercials before the actual cartoons started, but when they did, I was giddy with excitement. I knew the order in which the cartoons appeared on each of the channels, and exactly when to switch between them, ditching the so-so cartoons for the really good ones, like Batman: the Brave and the Bold or Kids Next Door. The publish time is an homage to my memories watching Saturday morning cartoons.
I am blown away by the consistent, kind responses I receive to Jeremy’s Journal. Thank you for your readership, and if you enjoy my writing, please share it with people you love. That’s how I’ve always been introduced to the books and music that I find most valuable and significant: a recommendation from my dad, my granny, my girlfriend, my uni friends. If anyone reads my journal, I like to think it’s because their mom sent it to them. Hopefully they resonate with what they read, too.
If you have any questions about me or about Jeremy’s Journal, please leave them in the comments and I’d be happy to answer them.
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