When I lived in London, I used to have to work every third weekend (all weekend) leaving me with two days off within the regular work week from Monday to Friday. With everyone else was at work during my days off, I developed an incredibly consistent routine of not stepping a foot outside for Continue Reading
The story really starts at the beginning of my time in Paris. Literally the first week. I was settling in to my new petit apartment, when the intercom went off in my room. Now I knew absolutely not a single soul in Paris so I was skeptical from the get go. There is no reason […]Continue Reading
I’m a city type of girl. I like busy. Hustling. Being surrounded by people who are far too important to walk at a reasonable pace and instead, race around the city as if their life depends on it. It just makes me happy and I would comfortably take a city life over the country most […]Continue Reading
As the weather here starts to cool down, I remember the places where the sun is warm but bearable. I struggle with the Brisbane heat, the humidity, the stickiness. But I remember the feeling of dry heat in one of the world’s most amazing places… Amalfi. It will of course, always Continue Reading