Before going on spring break, I didn’t realize how much I traveled. Traveling wasn’t something I thought about, wasn’t something I considered changing, and wasn’t something I thought I controlled. Travel was just something I did. However, it was sitting on a plane leaving from Amsterdam to London that I really began thinking about why…
Having been born in a family of dual nationality, I was automatically programmed to excel at languages, as you’d expect. It was only 12 years and 11 summer holiday visits later that my family decided to move from my mom’s home town (where we were living) to my dad’s home town only about 1,000+ miles away,… Continue reading A piece of my universe
Can very much relate to this Alyssa O Writes “Are you okay?” My friend asked. I knew this crude type of emotional vertigo well. The tightness in my chest, as if my heart was about to be sucked out of my body through a straw, coupled with the sudden sensation that gravity was inadequate and… Continue reading Quiet Riot: When Your Existential Crisis Moves Abroad With You
For the past two months or so, I’ve been trying to incorporate a more healthy diet. I’ve been trying to keep my attendance at the gym to at least 3 times a week (for now) and to cut out as many carbs and undesired sugars and fats as possible. I am not following a strict… Continue reading My attempt on ‘healthy’ pancakes
The best part about being a third culture kid is that it automatically turns you into a traveller. Exploring beautiful scenery has always been a perk for me, be it desert, beach, city life or forests. Today, the sun was shining (an unusual occurrence in the UK) and so I made my way down to… Continue reading Happy days
Wistful me 