That feeling of content came to me at ease while abroad, you would find me with my pack on, coffee in one hand and offline map in the other – en route to my next temporary home. Every misled thought, every spike of boredom was ever so fleeting how could I return to somewhere that induced the polar opposite?
Tag: Australian
Home Sweet Home
The sun was yet to greet us as the clock would soon struck 5. I’d spent many early mornings out and about during European Winters. Though lugging my travel pack to my Uber across the sidewalk that morning, I knew Edinburgh’s chill was bidding me a final farewell with a vengeance. “Don’t worry, you will [...]
Perceived Beauty
Caution, your reflection may be distorted by social constructed definitions of ‘beauty’. I often look back at photos of myself from the past two years, in awe at how much I’ve changed in such a short amount of time. Those close to me would tell you of the stark contrast between my current red curls, [...]
I Know Nothing
Lesson Two – I know nothing Now let me tell you, I know where to grab the best espresso in Edinburgh, I’ll take you to the best tapas in Girona, and I’ll tell you of the best pasta in Trieste (food is life) – but to be frank, that is far from what defines the [...]
Haylee's Words of Wander 