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I changed my mind three times while simply making breakfast the other day. I realised that pretending to adult is hard. You have to do things. You have to be places. You actually have to Read more…
I changed my mind three times while simply making breakfast the other day. I realised that pretending to adult is hard. You have to do things. You have to be places. You actually have to Read more…
“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.” I chanted the phrase and tapped my calloused bare feet together expecting some sort of miraculous teleportation from the grey skies and unrelenting smorgasbord of Read more…
Passion. Purpose. Finding your way out of life’s jungle while simultaneously wishing to lose yourself in it. Which way do you turn? When do you fight? When do you take flight? Is life really a Read more…
Where am I? Why am I here? What’s my purpose? …the question we all ask ourselves time and time and time [and more times] again! The world spins no matter where we are, and it Read more…
I stood at the petrol station proudly waving my “Lisboa” sign. The winter sun was shining, And Leonardo, my Couch Surfing host, had just driven away. Streams of cars sped by; Some smiled, some shrugged, Read more…
So, you’re thinking of travelling the US in 2020? But you don’t quite have the funds needed to enjoy your dream vacation? …Or no funds at all… No problem! Here’s my alternative guide to travelling Read more…
Wind in my hair, salt on my skin, the scent of tea constantly rising through the companionway to infiltrate my briny nostrils… The sea gypsy is back. …And just in time too; The crew Read more…
Adventure /ədˈvɛntʃə/ noun an unusual and exciting or daring experience. “her recent adventures in Italy” verb engage in daring or risky activity. “they had adventured into the forest” I was kind of feeling that I Read more…
I’m staring at a blank page and it acts as a mirror to my life! Here I am sat in Amsterdam wondering what to do next… Where do I go? What do Read more…
If you’ve ever met me or read this blog (not that anybody actually reads this blog) you’ll know that I am a hopeful homeless vagabond gypsy with no shoes or sense of direction. I own Read more…