Sydney (Opera House)

What a beautiful city! I decided not to go all the way in, though, because of my not so flexible campervan, which feels like a ship to maneuver through those roads.

But still, the parts of the city that I saw were already stunning. If I ever happen to move to Australia, I think that would be my place to be. Maybe then I’ll get a chance to explore all it's corners and alleys.

You know, I thought about it... maybe moving some day. It doesn’t have to be Australia, but such a new environment is exciting and maybe holds some new pathways too... but first, coming back home, right? ;D

The Quiet Closing of the Door
Only three days left… the clock is ticking, and I can't stop it...

It’s that heavy, sinking feeling in your gut when you realize the "time's up" is starting to catch up to you.
A few hours ago, I was still in this bubble where I could just be. No routine, no to-do list, no stress or hurry... time didn't actually matter.
But then you hit that point where you start thinking about what happens when you get back. It’s the question I still haven’t figured out yet: What’s next?
Haha, don’t worry - I'm looking forward to go back to work, but... not yet. Not now!

It sucks because you’re still there physically, but mentally, you’ve already started losing it. You can feel that sense of freedom slipping through your fingers, and it’s replaced by this annoying pressure to start acting "productive" again.

It’s like watching a movie and seeing the credits starts rolling up. You know one of the best films you’ve ever seen has just come to an end.
I’m choosing to stay put and wait until the last sequence passes because I’m hopeful there’s a secret scene - one that tells me there’s going to be a sequel.Read more