I think once you travel solo once, there’s literally no going back. After my trip to Germany last month, I couldn’t wait to hop on another flight and start exploring some more. I decided to go to Oslo, Norway. A city notorious for its high prices but beautiful atmosphere. Continue reading “My trip to Oslo, Norway”
It’s been a whirlwind, but I’ve finally started travelling on my own. Something my anxious self never thought I would be able to do. Deciding to take the plunge and travelling alone has really been an act of self-care for me. Realising that I don’t need anybody else to catch a flight, anywhere in the world, is really exhilarating.
Well, it’s a little bit more painful than others, but like with every breakup, it’s for the best. And my split with fast fashion is a journey I’m actually looking forward to. Continue reading “My breakup with fast fashion”
I booked a spontaneous trip to Nuremberg last week, something I’ve wanted to do for a while but didn’t have the courage. I don’t really know what eventually made me click the ‘book’ button but I’m so glad I did. Continue reading “48 hours in Nuremberg”