If you know us at all, you know we love traveling, especially when we do it together. Somewhere along the way in 2025, a new presence joined the rhythm – small, steady, and not so long ago welcomed into our arms. Come September, we decided to return to the familiar comfort of moving through the world. But this time, we packed a little slower, with the tiniest socks tucked between our clothes that somehow mattered more than anything else. Continue Reading
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So it happened, between Sunday and forever, when they drew a curtain between me and the world. It wasn’t loud (no one screamed – not even me), I thought it would…
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I come from a country where it is summer all year around and winter is just a slightly cooler summer, and where snow exists only in movies. But on the first…
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At the crack of dawn on a Wednesday morning, my Dad drove us through a scenic two-hour drive through Adelaide hills and dropped us off at Cape Jervis, enroute to Kangaroo…
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As the scorching summer sun tightened its grip on Qatar, we knew it was time for a change of scenery and a retreat from the relentless heat. This led us to…
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As you walk into my home, you will be greeted by shelves upon shelves of books of all kinds. My love for literature began at age three when my Mom introduced…
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Anyone who knows me would be well-aware of my love affair with matcha. It began with me whisking the emerald green powder into a frothy, thick brew every morning, and now,…
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We landed at Kuala Lampur International Airport on a chilly evening, as pretty as a picture. I immediately dashed through the airport’s duty-free to purchase mochi of my favorite flavours; mango,…








