Seoul surprised me long before I arrived.
I thought I knew what to expect β bright lights, fast life, endless movement.
But the real Seoul⦠is quieter than you imagine.
Not silent β just steady.
In Athens, history still breathes.
I touched the stones of the Acropolis and felt the presence of something ancient β not myth, but memory.
The gods are alive and well here, moving quietly through olive trees, temples, and human kindness.
Dublin in September feels like a watercolor β rainwashed and alive.
A reflection on the kind of city that folds you in, where songs rise from tables, and light learns to shine through rain.
Some cities you visit.
Others β you return to, again and again, even when youβre no longer there.
Some places feel like a return rather than an arrival.
London was that for me β not new, just waiting.
