I’ve always been one for sentimental dates. Over the years, and especially around this time of year, I’ve viewed this behavioural ritual as a nostalgic catharsis that reminds us of the moments between point A and point B.
Author: Katelyn Bulner
goodbyes really suck.
It was only ever supposed to be a six-month stint. “I’ll be back before you can blink!” I yelled to my parents as I sat in our living room, packing my life’s contents into suitcases and boxes. It was mid-autumn of 2018, four months after graduation, when my Tier 5 Youth Mobility visa had just…
NYE | Swiss Alps
Over the years, I’ve come to learn that I am an emotionally nostalgic person who feels too much. Trust me, I’ve tried desperately hard to suppress it; it’s just a ‘phase’ I’ll grow out of - I would tell myself. But alas, the soppiness continued and I just couldn’t resist the notion of digging deep…
Songs of Stockholm
A suitcase set for the snow, "Chiquitita" on loop, an itinerary solely dedicated to meatballs, and a mere two-hour flight later, I found myself in the heart of Sweden. The self-proclaimed capital of Scandinavia, Stockholm has a palette for the finest things in life. Traditionally historic, yet exquisitely curious, the city is an ever-changing and…
A Fugitive in Budapest
A psychic I saw in 2016 once told me this: "You will travel the world like a nomad - far, wide and greatly. But the cards say to be careful, for at times you will use travel to run away - don't do this." Coincidentally, another psych sign came one month ago when I was…
Anecdotes of Italy
Growing up in the suburbs, I lived next door to an elderly Italian couple from Sicily called Serge and Bianca. For twenty-one years they became my makeshift nonna and nonno; teaching me swear words over tea, showing me film strips of their youth and disclosing secret cannoli recipes. A foreigner among friends, I became obsessed…
Viva Las Vegas.
This is a city for giants, furnished with grandeur and excess. A labyrinth of fame and fortune, Viva Las Vegas.
Life on Film | Vol 3
Time is going too fast - it frightens me. Years are lived in a week, a week becomes a day, and 24 hours is now a second. Blink, and we’re halfway through the year. Like a speed of light, projected as a void in outer-space, time has, and always will be, an uncatchable and uncontrollable…
Bristol Bound
“Why do you love Bristol?” I ask my British friends. Beth (my Northerner roommate) replies “It’s a great drunk night out, and I guess the people are lovely too.” Isabelle (a friend from work) sings “Oh, it’s steeped in history, has a great and proud culture, and it’s very liberal!”. And Lou (my local barista), simply looks at me and says, “Two words, darling: gert lush”.
The Scottish Highlands
Scenery and stories, traditions and tales, people and pinnacles. Welcome to the Scottish Highlands.