It was couple of months ago on a shared taxi ride from the Koh Chang island where I stayed for months. Where I stayed last year and the day before. Where I rented a little house by the side of a jungle, a simple one, with a fan, with nothing special in there. Just peace.

And the ride was on the last day, when I had to go back to England. Nostalgic. Ready for a new adventure, like always.
Always moving, constantly on the way. Always thinking, looking for new paths.

Stirred, not shaken. (What am I even writing about?)

Well, let’s say that’s me. All over the place, but not lost. Not for a single moment.