As a writer, I used to think that my dream space was my own beautiful library, the smell of old books egging me on to pen my own as I sat at a large oak desk with a quill and ink. Over the last six months of traveling, I’ve found myself in a different reality, but beautiful nonetheless.
I don’t need expensive furniture or books trapped in a room, I simply need a laptop and a phone, and friends around the globe to swap and share stories with. I’ve become less materialistic and more focused on what really matters; inspiration and beauty, connections and practicality.
I originally published this piece earlier in the year for SBI’s Work at Home competition, achieving third place.