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?
To me, I found my true self by meeting new and likeminded people. I felt like I was given the gift of being able to reintroduce myself to the world, wiping that slate clean, I could quite literally be whoever I wanted to be.
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 [...]
Walking through markets thousands of kilometres from home, discovering local cuisine, and listening to locals shout their wares, has become a small part of the now familiar way that each new culture has tickled all five of my senses over each border I cross. As I scrutinise the likes of each culture, the way they [...]
The concept of home for this twenty something has been in constant flux these last few years. When we leave home as teenagers, we’re reminded that ‘home is where the heart is,’ an attempt to hold on to what once was, not anticipating what was yet to come. As I’ve grown, that line has resonated [...]