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Paint flecks on my shoulders

The first thing I notice is the smell, salt in the air once again. Hoping onto the ferry I realize how much I’ve missed the smell of the ocean, the seagulls cawing overhead, the speed boat throwing sea foam into my hair. I grew up by the ocean and for a second I feel like […]

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Solo

I’ve been desperately trying to figure out how to put into words some of the most wonderful weeks of my life so far. It’s almost impossible to explain the energy, the wonder and the joy I gained from my short time traveling solo through Italy and the Netherlands. Heading off on a trip I had […]

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Shakespeare and Co.

I feel more at home in the maze of bookshelves, antique artifacts and reading nooks of the Shakespeare and Company book shop than I have in a long time.  Wandering the world can lead to an odd number of places where one feels at home. I seek out bookshops around the world for this very […]

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Puces de Vanves

Lining the streets of a quiet city neighborhood, under a canopy of brilliantly green trees is the hustle and bustle of one of the best flea markets in Paris. Puces de Vanves has everything you could dream of when it comes to antiques. From ornate tapestries slung over fences and rickety old vans, to 100 […]

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Time flies…

It’s now been a month since I landed in this beautiful maze of a city. I realized this sitting in an Uber, driving home from dinner at a friend’s. We drove passed the Eiffel Tower, 1am and the tower sparkles with thousands of lights, brightening up the center of Paris in a wonderful show every […]

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Charmed

Landing in a new city can be exhilarating, eye opening and terrifying. Jet lag adds to a surreal feeling that takes over every part of your life, things as simple as brushing your teeth ridiculously gain new excitement. I’ve spent the past two weeks in a whirlwind of famous monuments, ancient artworks, foreign food and […]

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Dirty Old Town

It’s only in the past few weeks that I’ve come to understand the magnitude of what I’m doing. I grew up in this sleepy little town by the shore. A small town, where news spreads fast and mum’s wear Lulu lemon to yogalaties, tots in tow. In Devonport you can’t go to the supermarket in […]

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