House Hunting Diaries
25 September, Czech Republic "Another one bites the dust." A day before our big hunt begins, we sit in my parents' garden deep in Czech countryside. Some obscure classical music starts playing through the local radio announcement system, aka bunch of speakers mounted high up on electric
The In-Betweeners
And there goes the dreams again! I woke up for the third time tonight, cortisol levels through the roof, ready to fight a bitch. I wouldn't call these nightmares per se, but they are always followed with a rapid heart beat, cold sweat and a nasty aftertaste that
End of Winter Season
I really should be packing up. Or scrubbing the tiny capsule of a studio flat that's been our hibernation chamber for this working winter season in French Alps, or at the very least hunting for a summer gig, because our savings will only last about five weeks; what
Marriage Registration
My official population registry extract very literally declares I've been single since the date of my birth. Over here in France, this is hilariously called a Certificate of Celibacy and it indicates that you're indeed legally ready to become the least single you've ever
Val d'Isere - First Weeks
Although the dinner service is in full swing, I find a time to hide in a laundry room to text you a quick SOS. It's all boiling up there in the kitchen, threatening to spill over, but no, oh no, it's not the numerous pots on
Florence, a Maybe-Home
“Home is ultimately not about a place to live but about the people with whom you are most fully alive. Home is about love, relationship, community, and belonging, and we are all searching for home.” - E. McManus There are these little fairy doors in the walls of historic buildings
Zurich, Switzerland
There are no ugly people or cars in Zurich. Don’t get me wrong - I am a literal hobo and I have no problem with that, but walking around central Zurich made me FEEL like a hobo and like it should be a problem. Across all the age groups,
Czech Autumn Fairy Tale
I've been told that one more time I exclaim: 'Look at what the painter called Autumn did!', could cost me my life. In all fairness, it's hard not to get excited every two minutes at the vibrant color play of Czech Indian Summer. See,
Gold Plated Bubbles
'I still don't quite know if this is the life you imagined for yourself.' My mum's words during our last coffee together in my parents' garden in Czech, before we left for our seasonal assignment on the Greek island of Mykonos. A completely
Millie on Mykonos
Summer on Mykonos can be fun. If you're disgustingly rich and a functioning drug addict. Our dream island summer job turned out to be more like a nightmare, but as the year progressed, we looked back and chose to remember the good stuff. Like when Millie and her
