I had 4 days to spend in sunny and magical Venice, but I didn’t have a plan, a list of places to go, or a clear idea of what we were gonna do there. Frankly, there was no point in that. I went to clear my mind, to kill my anxiety, to take a deep breath and just to relax. I wanted to turn off the connection with the reality, to finally let myself wake up without any plans for a day, without any to do lists, without any obligations. And so I did. And guess what? It made the whole time of living in Venice so freaking special and inspiring for me. As I was walking there, I started feeling the need to write, and not just some notes or articles, but a novel. My novel, with my characters, with their story, that I need to tell.
I always become extremely happy when I travel, but such a creative mood that aspires me to create a piece of art doesn’t visit me in all of my travels. As far as I remember last time I had this feeling of pure and powerful inspiration was back in winter 2014, when I went to Azerbaijan for a month. I was going through a major depressive episode in my life and wanted to find a direction for my future. After that trip I got my first job as a fashion journalist, started my Russian YouTube Channel, moved to Europe and started studying Journalism & Communications at my university.
Nevertheless, this time I opened a part of myself, that I was trying to find/create/make/understand, and as simple as that I set a goal and made a promise to myself: to write my novel, about my unique characters living in their own reality, with their own story that I will be lucky to tell… one day.
But for now check out my travel vlog from Venice. Hope you’ll enjoy!