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As I stand in front of my own closet, I’m reminded of the countless times I’ve struggled with the idea that a guide to decluttering your closet for good means getting rid of everything and starting from scratch. But the truth is, it’s not about stripping our lives bare, it’s about curating a space that […]
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There was a time I believed that anything tossed in a bowl and drizzled with olive oil could pass as a Greek salad. In my defense, I was a kid from a mountain village where anything beyond the local fare was as foreign as the idea of a flat Earth. It wasn’t until I found […]
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I once thought the French croissant was a gift from the culinary gods, bestowed upon us mere mortals to elevate our breakfast rituals. That was until I found myself in a Parisian boulangerie, staring at a lineup of pastries that seemed far too perfect for their own good. The air was thick with the scent […]
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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 […]
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I once lost myself in the labyrinthine alleys of an ancient city—an experience not unlike trying to navigate the nonsensical plots of reality TV. But there I was, mapless, mobile dead, and utterly confused. My logical brain screamed, “You’re doomed!” while my gut whispered, “Just wander.” And wander I did, stumbling upon a hidden café […]
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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. […]
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I once found myself in a dingy motel room somewhere off the beaten path in Southeast Asia, the kind of place where the wallpaper peels with the humidity and loneliness seeps in through the cracks. I thought I could shake off the solitude with a cold beer and a chat at the local dive bar. […]
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The first time I tried to work from a hotel room, I ended up contorted on a lumpy bed, squinting at my laptop like a sailor navigating through a fog. Who needs a productivity app when you’ve got a crick in your neck and a screen the size of a postcard? I thought I was […]
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I once found myself in a Paris metro station, arms flailing, trying to decipher a map that seemed more like a Picasso painting than a guide. My French was limited to “bonjour” and “croissant,” and there I was, utterly lost and half wishing I had just stayed home. But here’s the thing—there’s a strange power […]
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I once found myself trapped in the whirlwind of travel clichés, standing in a crowded square in Prague. The kind where selfie sticks joust for space and the air reeks of overpriced trdelník. I remember thinking, “There’s got to be more to Eastern Europe than this well-trodden path.” That’s when I stumbled upon a hidden […]
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