A trip cut short because of Coronavirus was not how I imagined my New Zealand travels to end. This is how I managed when it happened.
3 years Global Introvert: Time to look back at everything that has changed since this little blog entered the world, in both writing and life.
I heard that question so many times in the past few months. You should think I’d know how to answer it by now. After all, if I’m up-ending my whole life at home to move across half the world for a year, I should have a good reason for that, right? Well, yes and no. More often than not, I find myself
Can you believe it’s already 2018? The last year has passed so quickly, it seems just like a blur. A lot has happened and a lot has changed in 2017. Which makes me even more excited for the new year! I don’t usually do New Year’s resolutions, but this time I have decided to set a few goals regarding my blog and my writing.
I have always been a dreamer. Most introverts tend to live in their heads, and I’m no exception. When I was a kid I would make up fantasy worlds all the time and tell myself stories. The content of them varied, depending on whatever caught my interest at the time. I can’t call all of them travel dreams, exactly, but they all
Ta-daa! It has arrived! The all new Global Introvert website is here. Everything has been updated! Well, except me, I suppose. Still the same old me writing for you here every week. Only now, I’ve got a fancy new blog design where I do it. In case you haven’t noticed yet – because, let’s be honest, sometimes we introverts live so much
The truth has to be told. It’s not easy having a travel blogger as your travel companion. I would know. I am one. Moreover, I spent a whole weekend with a bunch of them lately, as some blogger friends and I got out into the countryside to work on our blogs and chat about everything travel blogging. In between writing articles and
This summer it’s precisely 10 years since I graduated school. And yes, it does make me feel old. It also made me think about what expectations I had for my life all that time ago, and in what way they have – or have not – come true. Because of this ten-year anniversary I recently reconnected with some old friends from school.
The first time I travelled alone, really alone, was in 2011. I spent six months on a working holiday visa in Australia. I knew the country already, because I have family over there and had previously visited them and travelled around with family members. But this time it was different, because I would be all on my own for most of the time.
Have you ever come home from a trip, possibly even a months-long once-in-a-lifetime journey, and found that you are utterly unable to narrate your adventures in an adequate way? When you travel extensively you make uncountable new experiences. These can range from huge challenges that you never thought you could get through, to little anecdotes that seem inconsequential, but for one reason