There are moments when I feel something stirring inside me. Not uncomfortable, more like a quiet pull. A reminder. As if part of me is saying: Hey, there's still so much out there. When are we leaving? Wanderlust, for me, is more than just a mood or luxury. It's a true necessity. It has two... Continue Reading →
There's a particular feeling you get when you return to a city after fifteen years. It's not quite nostalgia, and it's not quite discovery either. It's something in between, like running into an old friend who's clearly moved on with their life while you weren't looking. I came to Vancouver for practical reasons, which is... Continue Reading →
