Love is like a good soil. It may be muddy sometimes, but it’s the thing that makes you grow. If it doesn’t than it’s not love.
Sometimes it looks like my itchy feet open doors for more traveling even when money is scarce. But it is really friends that are crucial in sailing the seas of nomadic life. Of course, a good pinch of adventure salt is necessary to spice up every round of this game called life. Continue reading
I wrote to my friend yesterday that I felt like I was standing at some huge crossroad that still had to be built. And it’s good and bright there, even if a bit windy. Continue reading
This post was triggered by a conversation I recently had. Somebody asked me: “Well it’s great you had a good time and you feel well now, but how are you going to explain a year long gap in your CV?”. I felt for a second I might be in trouble. But then, a new girl in me stood up against the looming fear: Continue reading
Last week I celebrated one of the major achievements in my life. I survived a whole year without having a job or even trying to get one! And not that I just survived – I met the world, and myself, in a very new and truly invigorating way. I haven’t experienced this kind of freedom since I was five, a freedom to simply be myself and playfully roam for days and days through the space that I perceive as The World. But this was not a matter of luxury. Continue reading