It’s been too long since I put my passport to good use. With time it’s slowly gotten buried deep underneath a pile of other things that have come to be much more useful in the past few years. It will probably see the light of…
It would be impossible to lie. I missed travelling very much. I missed the good kind of anxious feeling that sits on my chest after I purchase a ticket to an unfamiliar place. The planning, the packing, the piles of clothes on the floor one…
In the latest edition of Rachy’s Radar last month, I promised you some updates on the latest changes that had been keeping me occupied and posting less frequently. Well, perhaps you noticed the change of scenery in my Instagram stories or you guessed right as…
When I scroll through the photographs on my phone, I get a real snapshot of how much things have changed in the last few years. In fact, I often catch myself riding down memory lane whenever I’m feeling particularly nostalgic of the times I had…
As the year is swiftly coming to an end, I feel like every day, I find myself reflecting on all that has occurred in the last 12 months. I think about things a lot; on one hand, I want to clearly assess what I can…
At this point our trip was coming to a close. My sister and I had gotten very comfortable at aunt Jo’s house that we could do things around the house without walking on eggshells or feeling like we were visitors. Vermont was sort of a…
It had been four days since we touched down in New York and experienced the dream-like life that was a lot more than we’d expected. Those days went by faster than we wanted them to, and in a jiffy, we were getting into an Uber…
Last week, I published a post where I wrote about the constant fear and anxiety that I felt prior to embarking on my big American trip. It was a post that forced me to be pretty open about the vulnerabilities and limitations that I may…
As you already know, I had the chance to travel to New York a few weeks ago for a couple of days. I wrote endless blogposts about my expectations, experiences and my ever-constant desire to do it all over again already. For me, it lived…
I don’t do goodbyes very well, I never have. First of all, goodbyes are hardly ever ‘good’, I mean, sometimes, even saying goodbye to something you don’t like can be scary because heading towards the unknown is just that: scary. Period. When I woke up…