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A Note from the Creator of Life of Busy Nothings

I created Life of Busy Nothings after I read Mansfield Park: the quote mentioned above inspired me to fill my online diary with the busy nothings that fill my own life. As I’ve grown up, I’ve discovered that the busy nothings I want to fill my life with extend beyond borders, in places I’ve never seen and with people I’ve never met.

In pursuit of these busy nothings, I’ve picked up some tricks for thrifty, affordable travel. My mission is to make travel a tangible reality for the dreamers out there who think that a Life of Busy Nothings filled with travel and adventure of is out of reach.

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About LOBN

Life seems nothing more than a quick succession of busy nothings…

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When I first read this line in Mansfield Park, it struck me like a bolt of lightning, resonating deeply with me as a 15-year old girl, and inspiring me to create this blog. The further back you go in the archives, the more you will get insight into the mind of a young girl in love with love and the power of words.

I believe that our “busy nothings” should reflect the complexity of life, in all of its exhilarating, frustrating, awe-inspiring glory. In this blog, you will find everything you need to ensure you maximize your own Life of Busy Nothings through travel – whether you need travel tips, packing guides, location guides, thrifty and affordable vacation ideas, or just want to read about my own travel experiences.

These days, I’ve determined to make my ‘busy nothings’ count. I’ve been fortunate enough to have traveled more than almost anyone I know, having lived in France, ridden camels in Morocco, sipped wine on a mountaintop in France, called out to my Romeo from Juliet’s balcony in Verona, explored medieval castles in Germany, and toured breweries in Belgium.

Fernweh (n.)

An ache for distant places. A craving to travel.

Fernweh is a German word that I love, and which I feel encompasses my desire to travel better than wanderlust. Fernweh is ‘far-sickness’, the opposite of homesickness; an ache you feel deep in your bones, an inexplicable and unspeakable desire, a craving that is impossible to satisfy. This blog is the intersection of all my passions. My love of writing poetry, narration, and lyrics – combined with my fernweh – have culminated in this blog, which I hope speaks to you as well.

As for me, I spend my days working, hiking, exploring, reading, watching TV, and doing awesome random stuff with my friends. I love to explore cities and find awesome hole-in-the-wall cafes, restaurants, and shops. I’m constantly searching for thrifty and affordable things to do, sights to see, and places to travel to.

I’ve been maintaining this blog since I was 15; here you will discover the heart of who I am. Life of Busy Nothings is my baby, my online diary. You will discover my soul and quirkiness, my heartbreaks and ridiculous pre-teen ramblings, my insomnia-driven streams of consciousness, and my enviable travels. This is my life, and I’m so excited to share it with you.

Welcome to Life of Busy Nothings.
K 💖

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Morocco (Part 2) – The Bazaar

Traveling alone, I found myself very suspicious of the people around me, nervous of any pickpockets who might attempt to steal my cash and identity. My hostel was situated just outside of the city center, in what must have been a residential area, as there were no shops to be found, and very little foot traffic. My antennae went up, the heckles on my neck raised.

About Hostels in Morocco

Kammy Hostel is centrally located right outside of the labrynth of bazaars and souks. There are no doors to the rooms, and no lockers. However, there is a nice sense of community that convincingly reassures travelers that their belongings are safe. Regardless, distrustful as I am, I did end up hiding my most important valuables (passport, plane tickets, etc) underneath my mattress.

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About Kristin

Hi, I’m Kristin. An immigration paralegal by day, I spend my free time writing about my adventures in Europe and beyond, sharing the travel insights I’ve gleaned throughout my travels, and researching new places to go. This blog is for my love of writing about travel, food, and adventure. Enjoy my Life of Busy Nothings!

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