You can read about places, but there is a point where you reach the limit of what you can take in without actually being there.
Category Archives: Other
my self-care routine is art
Artistic expression used to be my way of taking care of myself. A lot of that love for art also comes from being inspired by others.
make yourself at home
Once I found my footing and started to understand this new place, it welcomed me with open arms. One warm, albeit crooked, hello opened so many doors – opened hearts.
go ahead
Rip the band-aid, Kejt! The expectations you set early in life will follow you forever.
fictional being, but a real-life companion
My grandma used to tell the best stories. They were always full of angels, and fairies, and The Little Red Riding Hood definitely lived in the forest behind her house.
struggling faith
If only my grandma were here now.
Mechanical Mornings: The Alienating Reality of Burnout
I started looking at myself surgically, trying to pry everything out. I wasn’t me to myself anymore. I was another person I was dissecting, so separated from my feelings that I started feeling like a machine – a broken one, at that.
homecoming trip
The longest trip I’ve taken was coming back from Vilnius. I was at the airport at 2 am. I had an early flight. I landed in Krakow and had a connecting flight to Zagreb. I got there around 2 pm and was in my city at around 9 pm.
music and feelings
Because it’s intuitive, I don’t look for words to describe music. Instead, I’d like to ask you to share your favorite music.
befriending a murder
My sister is mortified, thinking they might attack us to steal the food, but crows are actually friendly. They are just big and loud.
