Today I want to write about abuse, not the one that comes with fists and screams, but the sneaky, subtle kind. You know, the kind that doesn’t leave bruises — just years of therapy. It’s the kind that makes you wonder why you feel like crap even when nothing obvious happened. Or why your innocent …
Why do I love lesser-known places? The story actually started with friends and loved ones who live abroad. I have been in three distant relationships so far, and every time I visited my loved one for longer periods. My strive for adventure could not keep me in one place, so, naturally, I googled and wondered …
