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Journeys Together
On love, patience, and learning to share the road. The Beginning—When Paths Crossed He wasn’t a traveller. Not in the way I was. When we met, he’d never left home before moving to England for work. Travel wasn’t a dream for him; it was a necessity, a means to an end. But sometimes, life pairs…
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Leaving Home, Following Roads
On the move that changed everything—and how London became the first place that truly felt like mine. The Turning Point—When Study Became a Stepping Stone By the time I finished school, I already knew I wanted to study history and archaeology. The past fascinated me—the way fragments could tell entire stories if you learnt how…
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Flights of Freedom: Summers Abroad and First Steps into the World
On the early journeys that taught me travel could mean freedom—and distance. The Beginning—When Travel Meant Safety By the time I was twelve, travel had already become something familiar—not just a way of seeing the world, but a way of understanding it. My grandmother gave me my first holidays after my mum died. Every summer…
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Maps of Comfort: Holidays with Grandma
I don’t remember the moment I first fell in love with travel—not the kind that starts with a passport stamp, but the kind that begins with the promise of leaving, of seeing something different. What I do remember is my grandmother’s maniac packing routine: triple-checking lists, re-folding clothes that were already folded, and setting off…
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Travel Isn’t the Answer and It Isn’t for Everyone—and That’s Okay
When I was younger, I believed travel was the best thing you could do—the cure for everything. TV and movies told us that. Heartbreak? Go somewhere new. Feeling stuck? Book a ticket. Unsure who you are? Find yourself abroad. It was the unspoken promise of every glossy magazine and well-meaning friend: that movement meant meaning—that…
Wanderlust Reconsidered 