I used to be too scared to even go into a café on my own. Now I go camping on my own somewhere in the world. What happened in between – and why freedom starts with tiny steps.
There is this moment, just before you leave. Not the romantic one. Not the one with the sunset and the suitcase and that smile you see on Instagram. But the quiet, slightly queasy moment when you ask yourself: Am I sure I want this? And the honest answer is mostly: No. Not really. But you…
Minimalism & Courage He didn’t have a backpack, no Wi-Fi, no Instagram account. He still threw it all away, moved into the woods, and lived there for two years. In a cabin he built himself. For 28 dollars and 12 cents. I’m Ella. I travel with two backpacks. One for everything I need. And one…
When you travel alone as a woman, you quickly learn: safety comes first. At least in theory. In practice, things look a little more … creative for me. The Big Fanny Pack Love At the beginning of my trip, I was a devoted fanny pack wearer. Small backpack gone? Annoying. Big backpack gone? Ouch. Fanny…
Everyone has their role models. For some, it’s musicians, actors, or entrepreneurs. For me, one of my greatest idols is Axel Pons – a man who was once known as a successful motorcycle racer and then took a radical turn: he left everything behind and set out on a journey on foot, often barefoot, that…
When people talk about “nomads” today, many immediately think of digital nomads: people who travel the world with a laptop and backpack, working wherever Wi-Fi is available, seemingly living a life between beach bars and co-working spaces. Social media is full of glossy images – palm trees, cocktails, sunsets. But this picture falls short. Because:…
I often hear sentences like: “He is free because he has money.” “She is free because she travels.” “Free is the one who has no obligations.” These are myths that can quickly stir up envy. But are they really true? I live with two backpacks. A larger one, where my tent, sleeping bag, a few…
Preface – Words Without Aim That Still Hit Home I sit here – no tea, just a worn-out notebook – letting thoughts drift like balloons with no known owner. This is no manifesto. No guide. More like talking to a houseplant at night – unobserved, yet liberating. “I don’t share to be right. But to…
I am nothing special. Just a human being walking a path. Sometimes I am a nomad, sometimes settled. Sometimes minimalist, sometimes capitalist. Sometimes driven by dreams, sometimes resting in quiet contentment. We humans try to define ourselves. We put labels on ourselves – nomad, minimalist, adventurer, realist. We put labels on others and then expect…
A poem that touched me deeply Recently, I stumbled upon a poem that moved me profoundly. It was written by Berthold Auerbach – and it struck a chord within me. Maybe because it’s so honest. Maybe because it doesn’t ask who you are, what you do, where you are, or how you live. It speaks…