Tag: freedom

My first backpack and the Irish

‘I need to buy a backpack. I am going to Ireland’  I announced one morning to my parents at the end of the Journalism summer term. I was 18 years old. My dad paused his espresso cup halfway to his Greek looking moustache and brushed mom with a severe look. Sat next to him, she was diving into a red watermelon…

Trashing the sense of guilt

Have you ever experienced a time in your life when you keep on saying to yourself that you are fine but you know you are lying? Maybe one day you had a strange friction inside your chest. An annoying voice talking loud to your ears on another one. You know the issue isn’t your body though. And have you ever…

The days we live

…aren’t like invisible small dots on a plain canvas of possibilities? But still, how much do they really matter to ourselves? Working towards the things I love is what helps me to make sense of my dry, daily performances. It is very easy to feel great when travelling full time or out of any responsibilities but as of now, my…

What travelling means to me

I’m an avid reader. My kindle is loaded with 300 books and I love checking out blogs, articles, Instagram pictures with captions. I love inspirations. I love learning new things, especially when they are related to other cultures, languages or points of view totally different from mine. I love discovering how people live. What do they fear in the deepest…

I knew this day would have come

The day I am exactly where I wanted to be.   I quit my job because I want to be in a warm place. I quit my job because for the last couple of months I used to wake up with a rusted grip inside. The issue was not my office nor my colleagues. The issue was with my own…