Hello you! *wipes dust off blog* I know I haven’t been writing here for a while. It’s been a crazy time! I was in India and Thailand last month for a week, then returned to London and got back to work immediately. This month, I was in Beijing for three weeks. For work as well (if you haven’t known, I do have a full-time job!) Give me some time, I’ll get back to blogging as soon as I can. Till then, see you on AL’s Facebook page or Insta (ig: alxndrluella) MUCH LOVE! XXXX
This is a post about why travelling hard and fast in your 20s doesn’t buy you a place in the new cool. The likelihood is you wind up in quarter-life crisis with a bruised passport and nothing else. But, maybe you are the exception. Maybe you will make it to the Forbes Billionaire List for quitting your full-time job to travel the world. And right, you couldn’t care less about the money and the prestige? You believe that true wealth comes from these worldly adventures you have, don’t you? That’s all fine if you are planning on moving to another planet darling because the last time I checked, there’s no one country on earth that goes by that currency.
Just 5 minutes ago, I was craving for a thick creamy coronation chicken and fat golden scotch eggs. But now, I would kill for a pot of beef rendang with rice. Welcome to my world – one that is constantly oscillating between the East and the West, and unnervingly filled with episodes of hunger and anger.