The series Le Ragazze Vaganti is back. This series has the aim of telling the experiences of wandering girls in order to inspire other young women to explore.
Last week Maria Matus was killed at the beginning of her trip around the world. With this tragic event, the hashtag #noviajaba sola (she didn’t travel alone) was born, simbolizing the fact that leaving alone doesn’t mean being it, and that she didn’t travel alone, as well as I don’t and neither do you.
Any of us could have been Maria, but the solution certainly isn’t staying at homa and so isn’t giving up on your dreams and your freedom.
My name is Sabrina, I’m 29 years old and a digital nomad. I left Italy in 2009 when I attended university in Paris. Once graduated, I left for a year of van life in Australia and for some months wandering around South-east Asia. I tried to go back to Italy, but freelance life in Milan wasn’t for me at all. I’ve been managing my clients remotely since December 2017, working just enough in the Philippines and in Indonesia. My greatest passion is surfing and now I can do it every day!
Travelling changes different aspects of life.
Away from home, you discover that friendships themselves have a new dimension.
Lifelong friends and the friends you make on the journey have something different.
Do you agree? What do you think about it?
There are two kinds of friendships – the ones at home and the ones while I’m travelling.
The friends I left home decreased a lot, and I still have a strong connection only with my closest friends. Those important are the ones that were there and still are for me. While the friends I made on the road are something very different. Everything is more intense with them – you travel together, you live together, you share a lot of hobbies and passions… it’s a different type of friendship, and I know that whenever I decide to visit a country they live in, they will happily host me.
Home is now an idea, it’s not any longer a physical place. I could maybe define it as a set of places – if I’m talking about home, I’m referring both to where I am in that moment and to where I was born and raised.
Generally speaking, for me now home has become a concept that I reconnect to Italy and Europe, inevitably related to culture, food, and traditions. Time passing by, this concept has become more fluid, and is now about people – Bali, Philippines, my parents, all my friends… they are home.
When you’re able to live the place you’re in, or, as it works for me, when you can fill the space you’re in, you don’t feel nostalgic. I began feeling at home in Paris when I started running. Here I feel at home because I surf everyday. Physical activity is without any doubt fundamental for my wellbeing.
When I left for the Erasmus, however, it hadn’t been easy. With time and experience, I think you get used to adapt quicker and quicker. I now feel as if I had selected the things I like the most, and by doing them everyday, how couldn’t I feel good? I’m not stressed anymore, but I surely miss some things, like an aperitif, chatting with my friends, the nights out, the good food, my mountains… Staying away for a long time makes you appreciate them a lot more once you go back.
I’ve been surfing for five years, but before December, I didn’t practice it everyday. I have never been a morning person, but surf convinced me to wake up so that I could be on the board at sunrise. You are there, sat on it, while the sun rises and everything gets pastel colours, and the waves look like crystal. You and the few people around you just stay silent and admire this beauty. There’s nothing more unique than this.
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Read it in Italian: Le Ragazze Vaganti | SABRINA – la serie