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Wanderlust or Wanderlost


How can you know who you are when who you are is always changing? I want this blog to be for those who are interested in travel, those who wish to travel more, and those who are travelling but perhaps struggling with the hardships that come from being a 'world citizen'. Where is your sense of belonging?

Pleine lune


What a difference a weekend can make huh? On returning from Barcelona, I set my sights on making the move, and pouring all my energy into searching for a position in Spain. I wasn't too concerned about the field, but more the opportunity to relocate, and of course, finally being able to use my languages.…

Venice bonus post: Playing Cinderella


I'm glad we missed that train. Venice at night was completely different, and it made me love it all the more. The element of prettiness was still very much there, only it became even more romantic in a way, and was just as inviting. I couldn't for the life of me tell you whereabouts our…

Stuck in Venice – a tale of wine, cheese, eyeliner and loose change. Part I.


It was coming up to the end of our Erasmus year, and what had been one of the most incredible experiences I'd had to date. I had been living in Italy for around 5 months at that point, and there was a fortnight left for me to savour all things Italian - culture, language, the…

Square one: The recent graduate, futile self pep talks and one very worn-out refresh button.


July 2015. The tally so far stood as following: Laptops broken: 1 (we're not counting all the other years okay). Mama noodles packets ravaged: 55. Cups of tea: stopped counting. Glasses of morning wine: didn't bother trying to count. All-nighters spent with head in a book (on table): more than is acceptable. And one more…