I can’t believe it was in October of 2018, and now I’m writing about my trip to Paris in 2019. I really need to step up my schedule. Better late than never, right?
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”
We’re all completely aware of the terrifying waste problem that is affecting our precious earth every single day, and although it might seem like we’re doing the most by signing online petitions to stop plastic straws, our planet needs us to do more.
My favourite places to visit are cities – I’m too hyperactive to sunbathe all day and the thought of a drinking holiday makes me feel weirdly anxious (no offence to all the Ibiza lovers). Rome has always been on my bucket list and I’m so glad I can now cross it off.