• Moving Abroad

    Goals For My Year Abroad

    I finally bit the bullet and bought a Kindle. And I hate Kindles. I hate Kindles because I love physical books. The feel of them, the smell (the dustier, the better), the fact that one day I would love to have a home library with a port cabinet, so I’m collecting as many novels as possible to facilitate this (I think I was in the region of 150+ the last time I counted, though I could be overestimating). Yet I bought a Kindle because 1) e-books are often cheaper, and 2) e-books are easily transported. In Indonesia, English books are harder to come by and a lot more expensive. I remember being in a bookshop in…

  • Travel

    Going Solo On A Cruise: The River Nile

    ‘I mean, holy shit, I have to do this, right? It’s like, when am I ever going to find an experience this cheap again? I mean, I can afford it, right? No… but really, I CAN afford it… it’s just… I’ll be eating into the money I’d saved for when I move to Indonesia. But I should do it, right? It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience, I’ll do it!’ I had this one-sided conversation with my Dad, my beau and two of my best friends. They knew I should I do it, I knew I should do it, and so I did it. ‘It’ being a two night, five star cruise on the River…

  • Love

    Serenity In Your Arms

    I put my head on your shoulder and I was at home. All the buzzing in my body stopped. The buzzing that hadn’t stopped in the 10 weeks I spent travelling. The buzzing that got me through my trip that included the excitement, the anxiety, the fear, the joy, the fact I missed you and everyone else. The buzzing that was silenced as soon as I rested my figure on yours. My body and my head quiet for the first time since I left you. Relaxed and finally at peace, because I was with you again. I was in awe then and I’m in awe now, from the impact you…

  • Travel

    My Parisian Weekend: A Lesson in Self-Care

    I spent the last few days of my 10 week Middle Eastern trip in Paris, oddly enough. It made sense to go. After all, I’m moving abroad in a few weeks (although OMFG, am I repressing the hell out of my feelings right now), and because I haven’t seen one of my dearest school friends in Paris since she moved there from London five years ago, I thought I would quickly pass through before it became another five years of us just occasionally meeting for (albeit incredible) Indian food in the streets of where we grew up. It was a beautiful three days. Because, ignoring shoving my huge 60L full-to-capacity backpack on the Parisian…