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How I Make Anywhere Feel Like Home

Home isn’t a place—it’s the routines I build, the people who welcome me, and the corners I return to. Whether I’m staying with friends, finding a familiar café, or joining a family dinner, I carry home with me. This is how I make anywhere feel like it’s mine.
Solo Travel and the Loneliness of never being alone

Solo travel brought me joy, growth, and unforgettable friendships — but also a loneliness I didn’t expect. I was rarely alone, yet often felt like no one was really mine. This blog is a reflection on that strange in-between: being surrounded, connected, and still quietly missing something.
Home Is Where I Unpack

After seven months of traveling, I’m back at the table I grew up around—only now, everything feels a little different. Home isn’t just this house anymore; it’s scattered across the world, in the people I met, routines I built, and places that quietly claimed a part of me.
A short trip to Java

After a chaotic week in Java—bucket showers, vintage cars, and a nearly lost camera—I return to Ubud with a deeper love for the kindness of strangers and the comfort of familiar faces. From mountain villages to long bus rides, this trip reminds me: even the worst days make the best…
Calon Arang Ceremony: a photo reportage

Not much happened this week — and that’s exactly what made it special. Between long hours at the warung, an unexpected religious ceremony, and a spontaneous plan to cross islands, Ubud still feels like the right place to be.
Ubud Couldn’t Let Me Go (or the other way around)

I booked a flight to Vietnam, made it all the way to the airport — and ended up right back in Ubud. Turns out, a missed visa was exactly the sign I needed. From challenging waterfall hikes to common meals and daily hangouts, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Canggu’s clubs and Ubud’s rice fields

Back in Bali on my own, I bounce from wild nights in Kuta to quiet mornings in Ubud. Somewhere between losing meds, finding friends, and chasing peace, I learn (again) that travel isn’t always smooth—but there’s beauty in the mess, and calm waiting at the edges of chaos.
Flores Island part 2: Riung

A week in Riung turns into a whirlwind of spontaneous karaoke, snorkeling, rain dancing, and unexpected friendships. This place gave more than it took and left me full of stories I’ll never forget (and a broken finger).
Exploring Flores Island Part 1: Ende Adventures

Volcano views, waterfalls, and a traditional village. From crossing a sketchy bamboo bridge to playing volleyball barefoot, Flores has already tested and rewarded us. Sweaty, sore, and smiling—this island stole my heart.
The Art of Leaving: Goodbye Australia

Saying goodbye never gets easier—whether it’s people, places, or a really nice pair of jeans. My last day in Melbourne was packed with packing (ha ha), lots of talking and hugs, and seeing as many people as possible. It was chaotic and bittersweet. A perfect send-off for the next adventure.
Embracing Australian Culture: a Hidden Gem and a Footy Game!

My new Aussie friend, Hannah, invited me to her house and showed me this beautiful artist colony. Then, I also experienced my first footy game with Daisy’s family—I am now officially a Hawks fan!
Volunteering with the Disabled Surfers Association

On March 15th, I joined the Daniel family for a day at Phillip Island, volunteering with the Disabled Surfers Association. We assisted people of all ages ride the waves. It was incredible to see their joy. Truly a heartwarming experience!