LOG #RN-001 | CLIFFSIDE, PORTUGAL

It’s nearly two months into the journey, and I find myself parked on top of Portuguese cliffs. Surprisingly cold winds swept over Sintra today, and as night crept in, the temperature kept dropping until my stubborn self finally caved and turned on the heater. As I’m writing this, my van still carries the smell of carbonara and freshly brewed camomile tea. My favourite. A rather lucky find at a local “Supermarcado”.

There’s a lot on my mind. Far more than fits in a single entry - so I’ll keep it brief. I recently made some of the toughest and most life altering decisions so far. More on that later. Nevertheless, I feel like I did the right thing and I’m on the right path. I’m answering my calling. The calling to live the life deep down I always wanted.

For now, I live day by day. Without a plan. Without a destination. I drift from place to place, explore, and slowly get used to the nomad lifestyle. With each passing day I learn more about this floating space-rock and its incredible inhabitants. And somewhere in the process, I grow too.

This is only the beginning of the most exciting and unpredictable chapter of my life. And this journal is where I’ll document it.

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