Have you heard of someone quitting their jobs and booking a one-way ticket?
Well, I happen to be one of them. But for me, travel wasn’t the goal, it was the pause. A chance to slow down, be present, and rediscover what freedom and purpose truly feel like.

I’m a woman in my 30s, embracing my silver strands, sun-kissed cheeks, and all the little imperfections that make life real. My hormones may throw tantrums every few weeks, but I’ve learned to laugh through them all.

After years of working, I realised how trapped I felt in the 9-to-5 cycle, five days of grind, just to yearn for a weekend that was mostly spent worrying about Monday and office politics that didn’t even make sense to me. Life had become tedious, predictable, and painfully meaningless. I was existing, not living. Nevertheless, I have my earnest respect to some of the people I have worked with, they left an imprint for lifetime.

Now, here I am, stepping into the unknown, ready to share my memoir, my journey with stories from the road and beyond. Honest, thoughtful reflections on life, travel, and the moments that make us human. Some are funny, some raw, all real. Some of my loved ones follow along for love and encouragement and others quietly wonder how long this journey will last.

“Truth is, I wonder too. I’m both the traveller and the spectator in my own life; asking if this is the beginning or nearing the end.“