Performative Writer
When I first get to a city, particularly one I’m fond of, I’m always itching to get out and walk. Not looking for anything specific, but just to let the city paint me. Let it leave its mark, in whatever way it would like.
Random Word Vomit
It is so important to disconnect and just be with yourself. You wake up, and there's immediate noise. For a long time, I was always afraid of being away from the noise. I didn't want to be in my own silence. So I would always go
The Bohemian Wanderers of Luxor
Egypt is full of contrasts. What feels like a concrete truth on one street can be worlds away from what others are living just a few blocks over. Luxor is no different. With older Brits and Europeans alike walking around with their eclectic scarves and hats - always equipped with
The end of an era?
Late nights followed by early mornings. Leaving just as I begin to settle in. Throwing myself, again and again, into the complete unknown and absorbing the shock head-on. That has been the shape of my life for the past four years. I hadn't left my home country until
A chaotic arrival to the Red Sea
This place is a contradiction, an anomaly. Full of warmth and generosity, and also something harder to read. I landed in Egypt on a red-eye flight with my guard up and half asleep at 6 AM. My bags were opened. Questions were asked. Then more questions. Eventually, I was waved
Notes from Huila
Huila, specifically Neiva, wasn't easy for me. The heat, the unfamiliarity, and the cold running water. I arrived this time expecting the same resistance to surface. Instead, it felt… alright? Two years ago, when I spent time here, I had no real routine. I drifted. My habits dissolved
A hole in the wall
Still in Huila for a bit, I have 3 days until I leave here. I've been going to the local gym. The training I do is sport-specific as I am actively competing, so there are a lot of explosive movements, including med-ball throws (to my demise today). So,
Be true to yourself
We live in a day of age where many people live out of fear of being alone. A world full of people catering to others' needs, regulating others' emotions, and maybe even acting in a certain way so that others will like them. And I ask myself, has
Time is fleeting, don't waste it
I woke up early this morning and got out of bed. It was a very quiet morning, and I walked over to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Although the quiet can be comforting for some, in our age, it seems that you have to swim against the current to