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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
This is a city for giants, furnished with grandeur and excess. A labyrinth of fame and fortune, Viva Las Vegas.
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…
“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”.
Scenery and stories, traditions and tales, people and pinnacles. Welcome to the Scottish Highlands.
By lens and by line, this is life on film. March: a season of new beginnings and a time for change. Our coats get lighter, the bluebells blossom and the sky stays bright past 4pm. The seasons are rotating, and so are our moods. We're shyly, but surely, claiming back the day and savouring each…
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