Category: Home

It’s like this: You step off the plane, and the vibrant hues of your recent adventure drain away, leaving you with the stark, monochrome reality of home. My last trip was a whirlwind of bustling markets and exotic flavors, the kind that make you feel alive in a way that everyday life just can’t. But […]

I once found myself in a café in a so-called digital nomad paradise, sipping overpriced coffee while fighting for bandwidth with a flock of Instagram influencers. Picture this: me, trying to upload a simple article, while the Wi-Fi speed crawled slower than a mountain goat on a lazy afternoon. It was then I realized that […]

I once thought renting out my home while I traveled was a stroke of genius. A foolproof plan, like finding a money tree in my backyard. But then came the frantic calls at 3 a.m. from guests who couldn’t find the spare key, or worse, thought the raccoons in the attic were part of the […]

I remember the first time I tried to pack for a trip like it was yesterday. There I was, standing over an open suitcase, staring at a mountain of clothes and gadgets, realizing I’d have to leave half my life behind. It was a humbling experience that taught me one crucial thing: I was a […]

I once spent a night on a friend’s couch after a long evening of bad karaoke and even worse decisions. As I lay there, contemplating my life choices amidst the aroma of leftover pizza and stale beer, the idea of a home base felt like a distant luxury. Who wouldn’t want a place to call […]

I once found myself perched on a rickety bar stool in a dimly lit café somewhere in the Balkans, nursing a cup of coffee that tasted like betrayal. Around me, the air was thick with the scent of misplaced dreams and desperation—the usual haunt for the wandering digital nomad. I was there, laptop in hand, […]

I once came back from a “relaxing” two-week escape to find my cat, Whiskers, giving me the cold shoulder and my favorite plant looking like it had auditioned for a role in a post-apocalyptic film. The culprit? A house sitter who claimed to love animals but seemed to have a particular disdain for watering cans. […]

I remember the first time I tried to make my humble abode look “lived in” while I was away. As a kid from a mountain village where the most advanced security was a bark from the neighbor’s dog, the concept seemed absurdly urban. But here I was, setting a timer on an ancient lamp, imagining […]

I once left my mountain cabin for a week-long stint covering urban decay in the city. When I returned, the only thing missing was my sense of security. No, I wasn’t burgled. But the thought that someone could have waltzed in and helped themselves to my vintage typewriter and half-dead potted plant gnawed at me. […]

Every time I prep my house for vacation, I feel like I’m orchestrating a minor military operation. There’s something hilariously absurd about the lengths we go to before abandoning our homes for a week of supposed relaxation. I once spent an entire afternoon wrestling with the notion of leaving my plants in the care of […]