Hello and welcome!
“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat,
and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly
alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you
get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You’ll be dead soon enough… “
Some way or another you have stumbled your way here- whether it be through Instagram, Facebook, or simply falling into the dark pit of scrolling, you made it! Letters From a Gypsy Girl started as an idea (musings in a notebook) and suddenly sprang into a full fledged blog. Here you’ll find: (what started it all) the Letters, City Guides, Recipes, Book Reviews, and other bits and bobs about Mental Health and Body Positivity. I wanted this to be a place of honesty, positivity, and hopefully in that mix, you’ll find yourself laughing.
Who is the Gypsy Girl?
“She’s an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.”
Well, hey, that’s me! I’m a twenty-some-odd-year-old girl with a passion for writing, traveling, and living life to it’s fullest potential. I feel strongly about making sure you get your daily dose of pasta or rice, I drink an obnoxious (unhealthy?) amount of coffee, and I believe that there is nothing that a binge-watch of Gilmore Girls and a long bath can’t fix. My favorite feeling in the world is the excitement that comes the instant I make it through airport security in a new country (a close second is the feeling I get when I see the waiter coming towards me with my pizza). I could spend an entire year in the city of London and never tire of the adventures there. I also have a pretty cute dog.
Currently, I am twenty-two years old and am a full-time university student studying English with a focus in Creative Writing. I work two jobs, averaging about 45 hours a week. I started blogging roughly two years ago on The Wanderess, but I’ve recently come to the realization that I wanted to completely rebrand and change my blogging style. Thus, Letters from a Gypsy Girl was born.
In 2014, I decided that I wouldn’t wait until I graduated university to travel, but that I’d travel the moment I could afford it/had the vacation days/got settled into my routine of school/work. It happened to take two years for me to come to that point, but I did it: I left the country for the first time on my first solo trip. In roughly a month I traveled through India and England; after that, I was hooked. Hooked on travel, hooked on adventure, hooked on experiencing cultures and history.