We often already know the truth about our relationships, our choices, and our direction in Life. The difficulty is not discovering it, but admitting it in time to do something with it. Because once time passes, honesty still arrives—but by then, it no longer has anything left to change...

From seasonal jobs to spontaneous adventures, I've learned that Life rarely announces its most important moments in advance. More often than not, they arrive disguised as side quests...

For years, I saw every city, relationship, and chapter of life as temporary. Then, in a quiet Dutch cottage, I found myself wishing one moment could last beyond its expiry date...

From Tokyo Drift to living in Tokyo: a personal story of Japan, its cities, and the moments that made me wonder what life there could have become...

Today Yerevan turns 2807, older than Rome, and I left only four days ago with the feeling that something unfinished remained within me. Pink stone at sunset, fountains offering free water to anyone passing by, and Mount Ararat standing still across the border. This is not a city you simply visit. It is a city that reflects you back at yourself, and it taught me that rebuilding is sacred...

We all know someone who says it: the trip that was always about to happen. I have used that sentence too, except mine was true. I postponed my trip to Fiji four times, from August 2020 to December 2022, and still travelled to 12 countries in 2021 alone. Some people travel no matter what, and others hide behind a used and reused phrase. So in a world of “I was meant to go, but you know? Covid...”, be the one who says...

Working out at home S U C K S. There, I said it. The gym closes, the QR code stops working, and suddenly the closet needs reorganizing in the middle of your set. I learned this the hard way, so here are my four rules: start today, write a plan, act as if you were at the gym, and never, ever train in your Hello Kitty pyjama. Because the most dangerous words in fitness are “I’ll start tomorrow”...

It has been more than a year since you were taken from me on that cold Monday night. You were born in Japan, you moved to Italy, and we made it work anyway. I was 18 when I rode you for the first time, and you took my breath away. We shared a road trip from Italy to the Netherlands that nobody believed in, and a few girls who all fell in love with you too. I never rode again after you left, and I still miss you...

New country, new city, and suddenly nothing feels right. The language, the food, the grey sky, the cost of living. Before you book that flight back, ask yourself for two months, roughly sixty days. I have three principles that got me through it, and the last one is private: remember why you came in the first place. Because one day you could be the old person at the dinner table saying, “I lived there,” and when they ask for how long...

I was 15, in Palermo, at my grandparents’ place, with a 400-page book and a plan to finally read it in the one room where nobody would bother me. I made it halfway through the first page before falling asleep on the toilet. The book hit the floor, and I told my professor I had read all three. Fifteen years later, one chapter gave me goosebumps, and I finally understood that the book had never been boring. I simply wasn’t ready for it..

Tokyo, after a day without sleep, an evening of sake with my friend’s father, and a night of clubbing. I woke up in the apartment, saw sunlight through the window, and stood there in my underwear thinking, “This is my first sunrise in Japan. I will never forget this moment.” Then I looked at my watch. 05:30? Not quite...

Nearly 10 years of travelling, countless international flights, and every mistake you can make along the way. Here is what I learned: when you land matters more than when you leave, a nap is the enemy, and your first night is for sleeping, even while your friends are out having fun. Follow these three rules, and next Christmas you can ask that uncle who hated his holiday if he broke any of them...