The Wandering Dropout

After trying really hard to find something useful to be good at, it looks like my calling in life is to travel and eat



Watching Brexit From Abroad

Apart from the obvious reactions of horror and shock, the thing that has struck me most in the aftermath of Brexit is that I’ve only met one Brit (in fact, just one person) who is even vaguely sympathetic to Brexiters.

Being pretty far away from the UK, I’m only really exposed to a certain type of person of UK origin: those who love to travel, are exposed to and at least vaguely understand the beauty of other cultures. Those who see the EU as a solidifying force, albeit one they probably don’t entirely understand. 

In the past month-ish I’ve met hundreds of people who are genuinely heartbroken at the thought of what ‘we’ have chosen. The majority have talked – with varying degrees of seriousness – about reclaiming lost Irish/French/insert other EU country here heritage, or marrying into the EU, in order to continue to travel, to work, and to belong. 

But that potential personal reclaiming of EU-ness doesn’t quite take away the hurt.

I have Finnish citizenship. I can easily get a Finnish passport (my UK one only has 1 free page for stamps anyway so it’s pretty much fate..). But that doesn’t take away the fact that I am a Brit. 

And that every time I head back home, I now have to do so in the knowledge that over 50% of voters essentially voted against having people like my family in the UK.

I’m a born Londoner. I love the UK and it’s people, it’s all I’ve ever known as home. But I’m also about 0% British in terms of my blood. 

Where does Brexit leave people like me?

When I go back to London in December it’ll be to a new country, to somewhere I’ve never been exposed to before. 

All of a sudden I’ll be in a place where a majority (however small, it was still a majority) of voters chose to not want me to belong. 

For a whole generation of mixed-heritage, born-elsewhere people, the UK has suddenly become somewhere they have to question our own belonging.

It strikes me as weird to be driving wedges between people – especially given the current threats facing Europen countries – rather than allowing them to find solidarity in their Britishness. 

And for me? I guess it’s probably a good thing that I’m considering staying in Colombia for another year!


July 2015: Packed with Reunions

By some excellent stroke of luck July, the month before I jetted off on my who-knows-how-long-I’ll-be-gone trip to New Zealand, was packed with little reunions that I had to make very little effort to organise, giving me some great opportunities to see people I hadn’t managed to catch up with in years. Continue reading “July 2015: Packed with Reunions”

May 2015: Time is Ticking

It seems like nothing much happened in May..

I just kept super busy trying to tie up all the loose ends of my old life – trying to get a paper published, presenting at a conference, handing work over to other students. And spent a lot of time wandering round a sunny Bristol trying to make the most of this gorgeous city – while also starting to get excited about the new life I was about to start!

I bought a brilliant map of New Zealand and marked exciting places on it.. Got busy buying bags and travelling gear, as well as a beautiful new leather diary that I still haven’t written in because I am waiting to be struck by something worthy of such nice paper. Sensible, right?

Oh, and a quick weekend trip to Finland for my cousins wedding; the most peaceful place ever, where for once I didn’t need to think about whether I was doing the right thing, or wake up thinking I might be a bit mad for quitting my PhD.

Overall, this was the month of the calm before the storm.. boring, but necessary!

This post is part of a series reminiscing about the past year – the one year of wandering I’ve done since starting my blog – during which I’ve flipped my life around a fair bit.

Read the original post here!

April 2015: Birthdays and Bristol Love

Having decided to quit my PhD, I really needed some extra money – and something to keep me from going insane until I actually finished the work I was doing. So I got my first job in a cafe, and it was the most fun, beautiful place that I could imagine working.

Perched right on the Bristol waterfront, I got an (almost) daily swan-feeding, sunset-appreciating break from a job that I actually loved, however draining it was. And I got to look at the SS Great Britain everyday..


I also celebrated my birthday in style. Sitting on a sunny hilltop in Bristol, watching hot-air balloons float by, and drinking local cider with a bunch of friends – nothing can beat it really.

And I realised that getting a year older is not a remotely negative thing when you’ve got so many adventures planned for your new 25-year-old self!

This post is part of a series reminiscing about the past year – the one year of wandering I’ve done since starting my blog – during which I’ve flipped my life around a fair bit.

Read the original post here!

How much did you say?!? An essential guide to cheap travel in the UK

The UK, and London especially, are well-known as expensive places to travel. So as a Londoner who has travelled a lot within the UK and is always looking for a bargain, I thought it might be useful to share some advice on how to travel cheaply within the UK.

Continue reading “How much did you say?!? An essential guide to cheap travel in the UK”

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