Richmond Park, London, 2015 "Where is home" is a question I have been asked often during the past eight years I have lived in London. Other variations would include "Is London Home?". I don't know how to answer this question, that is the truth. The words were stuck in my throat, and would hesitate. I … Continue reading Where is home? Expat’s most asked question
sunset back in Portugal, Sept. 23 I've been writing in this corner of the Internet for a while. 2015 was when I started. At that time I had no idea that 8 years later I was going to still be writing here. I had no idea my life would allow me to make this space … Continue reading Oops, I’ve resigned!
Hampstead Heath September is here. Suddenly, almost three-quarters of the year have gone by. You don't really know what you have been doing all of this time. It's gone so fast. And despite how scary that seems, I have always welcomed September because this month demarks a new season - to me, it marks a … Continue reading September, my second-chance January, and a huge life change
The other day, I went to an exhibition at the Tate Britain. When I finished, the weather was still great, and with nothing waiting for me, I decided to go for a walk by the river, passing by the Houses of Parliament, the Big Ben. Looked up in wonder - no matter how many years … Continue reading In defence of travel clichés
Sometimes I wish we could press pause and simply take a break from life. Having some sort of version of freedom. No deadlines, and no schedules. No responsibilities, no expectations - from us or from others. Our basic needs would be the only compass guiding our days - we eat when we get hungry, sleep … Continue reading A little reflection from the bone
The Winged Bone 