I’m a free spirit. My life fits in my backpack (unless I go on a short holiday, then I steal my boyfriend’s suitcase). My life also fits in 2 or 3 draws and a box that is waiting for me with all my winter clothes and some fancy underwear. Moving overseas had to involve a few sacrifices. I’m not a fan of possessions… anymore. The intense shopping sessions every weekend are over. In fact, I feel guilty when I need to buy a new t-shirt or even a new bikini. The time where my wardrobe was so big and quite compelling is dead. Sad truth; I can live with a lack of fashion as I prefer to invest in my next flight ticket. Am I a minimalist? I don’t even know the true meaning behind this. But, I do know a thing or two. I can’t complain about my lifestyle. Although. I feel quite overwhelmed by it sometimes. Between the blog, my freelance contracts and my travel plans, I lose my head at least once every hour. See, the chicken running ...