Remembering

Writing by Tori Dudys, photos by Tori Dudys and Dave Kingan A few days ago, on a long, rainy walk (as they usually are in Edinburgh), I spent a bunch of time hopping into puddles and contemplating memories. I have 25 years full of memories and quite frankly I can’t figure out why. Not why we…

Mountains intersecting behind the Glenfinnan Viaduct, or more commonly known as the Hogwarts Express bridge.

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Poems and pictures

Writing by Tori Dudys, photos by Janine Lameiras and Tori Dudys I’ve decided to bite the bullet and post some poems, accompanied by trip photos as a method of luring friends to read my work. To be honest, I’ve always hesitated to even write poetry because I find it incredibly self-indulgent, but alas, travelling has turned…

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Home

You can’t ever really go home. That’s the saying, isn’t it? I never understood what it meant until about 7.6 seconds ago. I’ve been thinking a lot about “home” lately. About my friends and family I haven’t seen in 6 months. About the comforts of my old bachelorette pad—the one I spent a long time…

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Into Giants

Written by Tori Dudys, photos by Janine Lameiras We’re breathing now, but one day we won’t be. Each time I stand next to a huge body of water, vast mountains, deep caves, or any other overwhelming natural phenomena, I’m always reminded of how small I really am, and how close every person on this planet is…

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Departures

Writing and photo by Janine Lameiras As I stood in departures, a one way ticket in hand, I felt consumed by a sense of loneliness, fear and vulnerability. I kept trying to make sense of these emotions pouring through me, and couldn’t comprehend that I was about to leave behind all that I knew to…

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Enter: Edinburgh

Written by Tori Dudys, photos by Janine Lameiras There are those cities that suck you in to them. They grab your heart and squeeze, tugging on heart strings you didn’t know you had. Those places that look and feel magical in even the dodgiest corners. The ones that seem to hold a piece of your…

Edinburgh strolls

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Taking off

The engine was buzzing. The person next to me was already sleeping. And I’m still crying, even two weeks after take-off. Of course I’ve said goodbyes before: to friends who’ve moved across the country and to others who’ve moved farther. But I’ve never really been the one to leave. At least not this far, for…

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