I need to confess something. I am in love.
Not with a person or an idea of one; but with the road that lies at my feet. It whispers sweet secrets into my ears, keeping my eyes open at night, making my bones ache for another ground to lie on. Promises of grand adventures seduce me, and I leave the bed I have made with my lover. The road calls me, and I must go.
more “If I Stayed – The Solo Girl Anthem”
Travel changes you. It changes you subtly and slowly and tremendously, and when that change is done, you can never just go back to your old comfortable self and tell yourself, ‘Well, that was fun, but that’s enough.’
One of the most fundamental reasons we keep returning to the road is not to find new places but to find ourselves. We get addicted to that rush of self-improvement, that feeling of standing on our own two feet with the ability to say that we’ve come further than we ever thought possible, both in miles and our minds. more “10 Ways Travelling in South America Made Me More Confident”
Rio de Janeiro is a wonderful place during the Carnaval. Foreigners and locals alike come together in loud, colourful street parties, blocos, partying alongside the drummers and more talented dancers until the last of them have disappeared and it’s time to crowd the night clubs and dance the night away. Spontaneous small talk between strangers sprouts out of nowhere; two shirtless guys, both wearing a unicorn horn, high five and continue on their way; the crowd cheers and whistles at a boy and a girl passionately making out in the middle of the parade; the city puts its best foot forward for a weekend of carefree partying and fun in the sun.
But there is another side to it. more “To the Man Who Grabbed My Hair”
The boy on the street looks devastated when I tell him – just as I’ve told a long line of suitors before him – that I can’t kiss him because I have a boyfriend. more “Solo – Not Single”
For one reason or another, this post has been drifting around my drafts folder since the day I started this blog – for nearly two years – and I never got around to publishing it. Now that it’s finally time for it to see daylight, I find my mind changed.
The original post started with the words: I can’t tell you how to deal with homesickness, because I don’t get homesick.
Now I have to retract that statement and correct myself: I can’t tell you how to deal with homesickness because frankly, it is a completely new feeling for me. more “I Can’t Tell You How to Deal with Homesickness”