Feel At Home
To feel at home, I return to familiar hotels and cafes, start my mornings with a walk and coffee…
Coffeedesk, Warsaw
Next stop — Warsaw.
I’ve already lost count of how many times I’ve been here since the war began. Before that — just once.
Today Warsaw, and sometimes Krakow, are my places to pause. Places where I can stop, breathe out, recharge, and keep going.
There are cities that, when you return to them again and again, start to feel like home.
Once, that was just a dream.
I didn’t know how to travel alone. I was afraid of everything — simply because I lacked experience. But it comes only one way — when you travel on your own and take full responsibility.
Over time, I developed a travel habit —
during each trip, I write down what I can improve.
Simplify something. Do something differently. Add something new.
Like this time — in every new country, I’ll order coffee in the local language. Something new for new neural connections and new encounters.
I remember when even saying one sentence in English at a cafe felt difficult. Now it’s simply part of the journey.
Experience is what makes traveling worth it.
To feel at home, I return to familiar hotels and cafes, start my mornings with a walk and coffee, and end my days with small personal rituals.
I love this feeling — when each city becomes a little bit yours, and you remain yourself — even as you feel that change has already begun.
Because every journey changes you.
Thank you for reading!
Warsaw, Poland
