Tag: backpacking
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I have my rituals. This is sort of a necessity when everything I own is either within arms reach or thousands of miles away stored in my childhood bedroom. My laundry days are meticulously planned out, because I have about 5 outfits total and don’t often have the luxury of a dryer. Sometimes not even…
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Istanbul, to me, is a city that could conduct a lecture on un-photographable moments. Maybe if I were a more experienced photographer, the snapshot images that I have in my head of Istanbul would exist as tangible photographs. But since pictures can only convey a certain percentage of emotion, I don’t think even the best…
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When I was in Thailand, I spent about a week in Bangkok before the friend that I was initially traveling with wanted to head north to Chiang Mai. By pure chance, I found a small hippie-style hostel in Bangkok that had the most welcoming environment and people. Immediately, I was so comfortable and at home…
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I had been in Budapest for a week at this point (the “s” is pronounced “sh” in Hungary, by the way, so pronounce it “Budapesht” if you want to sound local). My first week on my completely solo long-term trip abroad. Me, my backpack, and my one-way ticket. I somehow wasn’t nervous at all, and…
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I have an oddly specific memory of being fourteen years old in my bedroom with my lifelong best friend who I still talk to regularly. This is the age where you start to develop a sense of consciousness: there is, in fact, a life after high school. And it is, in fact, up to you…