There’s something about these Lunch meetings—you never quite know where you’ll begin. This time, it wasn’t with jobs at all, but with a quiet kind of longing. Frank opened a magazine at two in the morning (as one does when life is in transition) and suddenly found himself back in South Korea. Not physically, of…
There are meetings that begin smoothly—with perfect timing, stable Wi-Fi, and everyone neatly in place. And then there is Lunch with Janita and Frank… which, as always, chose a slightly more adventurous route. This week’s gathering technically started on Monday. Fruitloop, still glowing from a birthday weekend filled with cake and celebration, sent out the…
An opening in four languages and one friendly warning It started the way “Lunch” conversations often do: not with a thesis, but with a vibe. Rosii warmed up the room by hopping across greetings—Portuguese, English, Spanish, and Japanese—like someone flipping through postcards from past lives. That multilingual playfulness wasn’t just small talk; it was a…
It begins, as many good Lunch meetings do, slightly off-balance. Frank is talking about invoices. Natalie is planning temple stays and apartment moves across continents. Janita is trying to keep an agenda afloat. And somewhere in between, Rosie arrives—half-smiling, half-suffering, carrying a migraine like an uninvited guest she couldn’t quite leave at home. And yet,…
Some Lunch meetings arrive politely, take a seat, and unfold in an orderly fashion. This was not one of them. This one clattered in wearing muddy shoes, carrying a giant water bottle, muttering about life choices, and shouting “Doodle Horse!” like it had just discovered the meaning of existence in a stationery cupboard. And somehow,…
There are meetings, and then there are Lunch with Janita & Frank meetings—the sort that begin with rain clouds, sleepy greetings, and the immediate possibility that absolutely nothing will go according to plan. This one had all the right ingredients: Rosie arriving with soft rainy-day energy from Brazil, Frank in full mischievous mayor mode from…
Some lunch conversations begin with big philosophical questions. Others begin with back pain. This one began with Rosie trying to sit comfortably. “Hello Rosie. Can you hear me?”“Yes… I can hear you now.” And just like that, the table was set. The Morning Begins (Whether We Like It or Not) Rosie arrived with a brave…
