I can’t believe this is my 100th post on this blog. Time really flies fast.
I started this blog because I needed a place where I could put my thoughts, my ideas, photographs. I needed to share them. I needed an audience. It’s been just a few months, but I am SO thankful to every single subscriber and viewer. You guys are great. But I didn’t just want to post pictures and stories. By this whole blog I wanted to tell you that each one of us is beautiful in his/her own way, no matter what this way is. We all go different roads. We are all different. And maybe that’s really the point of life: to find the right path in life and stick to it. Not someone else’s. Your OWN way. With your own dreams and desires.
My blog is what my life is about: I have the privilege to go to different places, meet interesting people and, of course, take my camera everywhere I go, take pictures and then share with you to show that life is so beautiful. And if I managed to inspire at least one of you, I’d feel so so so great. Then it was really worth it.
This is my way. And no matter how hard it is, I stick to it. Everyone of us has its own story to tell, a path to follow. I go my way. What about you?
I believe that traveling alone is great. Yes, a road trip with your friends is a fantastic thing to do, but when you’re going to a place you’ve never been before, you’d better go on your own. Selfish? Maybe. But that way you get out of the safe harbor, free yourself and open to new experiences. It is only you and your emotions and feelings.
New York City welcomed me like no other city on a beautiful Sunday evening. It appeared as a gorgeous mass of steel and glass with a fast beating heart. It seemed monstrous outside, but incredibly ~soulful~ inside. I loved its chaotic lifestyle. It seemed perfect in its imperfections. Everything, absolutely everything was inspiring about New York. Busy and loud, it was creating a symphony. And it felt right being there. Have you ever had this feeling when you come to a new place and you immediately feel like this is the place where you’re supposed to be? That’s what I felt in NYC. Even its confusing subway that I read so many things about appeared to me extremely easy and right. But nothing really compares to the people that make New York what it is now. Without them, it would be just a huge park surrounded by skyscrapers. They shape the city and bring it to life.
I can go on and on about New York, but should I? There are SO many interesting posts, stories and videos about it. I would just suggest one thing: before reading those stories, come to New York first. Alone. Get lost in its inspiring madness. And simply walk and explore the city and let the city explore you.
As the sun was getting down on a warm Monday evening, I headed further to the West. To a place that I call my second home – Colorado.
We met this guy in Sofia, Bulgaria at the Hostel. He is from Hawaii. He spent a few months in the UK before he got kicked out of the country, then he moved to Bulgaria to ski which is a real passion of his. Find him on the Island of Maui, at the Kihei Beach. One of the nicest and most sincere persons I’ve ever met.
Do you know this feeling when a certain number just follows you everywhere. For me that number is 21.
First of, I see it once in a year on the calendar on my birthday! Well, that’s probably because my birthday is November 21st. 🙂 My room number is 2137; I’m gonna go back to my hometown on 21st; the 5th season of my favorite TV show started on January 21st (LOST); after a wonderfully spent year in America, I left the country on May 21st (and the date wasn’t chosen by me); my favorite HS musical that I worked on, Into the Woods, was shown for the last time on February 21st. My favorite Adele’s album is “21“. 🙂 And so much more…
I know that we can find any number in our lives that repeats several times, but 21 just makes me feel good. It’s my number and it ain’t going away. 🙂