How many times have we found ourselves in different and strange environments, with new relationships and connections? Life is a journey! Oh, yeah, we’ve heard that a million times, but somehow we still think we need to pack a huge bag if we want to travel. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing quite like the scent of morning coffee on a flight, knowing you’re leaving (at least for a little while) your stuff behind. In the next few days, you’ll be somewhere else—maybe jumping into the ocean, sipping cocktails all day long, or on a business trip with colleagues you don’t mind. But honestly, none of that matters. You’re here now, and you have the chance to hide, run, dance, jump, walk in new shoes with sunglasses (even in the snow), and let your dreams take flight!

I probably wouldn’t have started blogging if I hadn’t moved abroad. But here’s my question—when you move abroad, does that mean you’re the eternal traveler, constantly on the road? Or do you start calling your new place “home”? Where’s that border between the “old you” and the “new you”, because, in the end, it’s still the “same you”—just with different circumstances!

But, I need to have that plane ticket on my calendar?

I love traveling. Sometimes I think it would be amazing to be somewhere new every other day. But at the same time, I also crave having a place I can call home. Sounds fun, right? But believe me, it’s not always easy to handle. It’s interesting, never boring, but it also reminds me of those moments when I need to pack my luggage for a three-day trip. That’s often the toughest part! I mean, how do I even start? I’m not always sure how I’m going to feel, what the weather will be like, who I’ll be around, or what the atmosphere of the place will be like. It’s a bit of a gamble every time! Like a Las Vegas kind of night —

My Captured Moments

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           just a perfect day
    problems are left to know
    Weekenders all night long
           it's such fun
         just a perfect day
  you make me forget myself
I thought I was someone else
                    someone good
        

—-upbeat quality of sounds beeping hard in your heart, like it’s evening in the morning and you need to get up——