Category: Lifestyle

I once bought a book about some guy who biked across Mongolia, thinking it’d be the magic bullet to nudge me out of my monotonous existence. Spoiler: it didn’t. Instead, it sat on my nightstand collecting dust while I continued my daily routine of work, eat, sleep, repeat. The irony? I didn’t even own a […]

I once attempted to win over a room full of seasoned journalists with a story about my cat’s obsession with chasing shadows. You can imagine how well that went down. Eyes glazed over faster than you can say “pointless anecdote.” It was a crash course in storytelling failure. Turns out, nobody cares about your pet’s […]

I remember the first time I tried to blend in at a Parisian café, pretending to read Proust while actually eavesdropping on the bickering couple at the next table. I was, of course, failing miserably at both. My French was atrocious, and the only thing I could gather was that someone had left the cap […]

I once attempted to learn salsa dancing in a dimly lit Cuban club, convinced that my two left feet would somehow morph into something resembling grace. Spoiler alert: they didn’t. Instead, I stumbled around like a malfunctioning marionette, much to the amusement of seasoned locals whose rhythmic prowess seemed almost unfair. But here’s the kicker—amidst […]

As I stood in front of my own cluttered closet, I realized that the common myth about a guide to decluttering your closet for good being a one-time task was far from the truth. In reality, it’s a mindful process that requires patience, self-reflection, and a willingness to let go of the past. I’ve learned […]

I once found myself in a cramped hostel room in Barcelona, trying to write a story that stubbornly refused to exist. The walls were thin, the bed creaked with every toss and turn, and the only thing flowing was the wine—not the words. Frustrated, I slammed my laptop shut and decided to wander the labyrinthine […]

I woke up today in yet another unfamiliar bed, the kind that creaks ominously every time I roll over, as if protesting my presence. The sun had barely nudged its way through the thin curtains, painting the room in a sickly yellow hue. As I stumbled to the makeshift desk—really just a glorified coffee table—I […]

I once tried to file a story from a beach in Bali. Picture this: laptop balanced precariously on my knees, sand infiltrating every crevice, and a Wi-Fi connection as reliable as a politician’s promise. It was a disaster, but not an uncommon one for those of us who’ve traded the cubicle for the chaos of […]

I once found myself standing in the shadow of the Colosseum, a monument of ancient glory, with my nose buried in my phone. I was swiping through a never-ending abyss of notifications and Instagram posts, none of which were going to crumble to dust if left unchecked. There I was, a modern-day zombie, oblivious to […]

I once found myself wedged between an overly enthusiastic accordion player and a snoring backpacker on a night train somewhere between Paris and Budapest. The train had all the charm and comfort of a tin can, and I was pretty sure the ticket cost more than my last month’s rent. But hey, life on the […]