When on a trip, wherever you are, you will always come across the same belly dropping sadness that comes when you zip up your suitcase and give the room a last glance.
I wake up and it’s dark. Not because of the weather, but because I had managed to cover my entire head with the giant duvet we have been blessed with.
It’s 5am on a dark January morning and I am awoken by a familiar sound.
The last few years have been a, well, a lot. Back when I was my little 17 year old self I started a blog with no direction, niche or point other than being a space where I wanted to write and share things with others.