What’s a moment that made you question reality?
The moment that made me question reality?
Probably realising I now walk around England mentally sorting things into:
possible blog post
possible ghost story
possible Pinterest pin
possible future home
or possible castle to visit that is only 800 years old
This is not how I used to experience the world.
But apparently this is my brain now: travel writer, house hunter, ghost enthusiast, and a woman who has started treating medieval ruins as casual weekend options.
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