How do we know if we’re making the right choices? Since coming back from New York, I’ve been questioning every next step—should I stay, should I go, should I start over somewhere new? In this entry, I open up about the tug‑of‑war between logic and emotion, the ache of unspoken feelings, and the search for a life that feels like home. Sometimes, the answers aren’t obvious, but they quietly live within us, waiting for us to listen.

Ever wondered why everyone else seems to have it figured out, while you're stuck circling the same question over and over: What do I actually want? In this Friday afternoon entry, I reflect on the restlessness, the burnout, the craving for stability — and why, despite doing “all the right things,” I still feel like I’m standing in quicksand. It’s messy, it’s human, and if you’ve ever felt lost… you’re not alone. But at least there’s an iced matcha to make the spiral feel just

Thursday, 10th of July. Vinted Steals, £2 for 5 Avocados, and Gym Characters — A slow living, feel-it-all kind of day. From tracking down the perfect vintage Nike tank top on Vinted, to laughing with my sister on the kitchen steps and dodging awkward treadmill moments at the gym, this journal entry captures those beautifully ordinary highs and emotional reflections.

My final day in New York — a slow, reflective goodbye filled with bike rides, rooftop views, quiet museum moments, and a reminder of the kind of love I hope to feel someday.