Come with me on what was a deeply transformative, personal journey while solo-travelling through Australia (yet again, yes) and New Zealand for four months in 2025 / 2026.
A Trip Down Under
It’s Giving Sunshine & Systematic Inequality
A travel diary about privilege, guilt, and trying to feel okay anyway.
This trip started simple enough: a chance to document a few months away and put my new iPhone's Apple Log profile through its paces, filming in that awkward in-between space where you're never quite on vacation and never quite behind the camera either.
But the world had other plans. While I was away, wars and genocides were raging on that trace back centuries of oppression and inequality, and hearing pieces of Australia's own colonial history made that weight feel closer than ever.
Somewhere in between, this became a film about self-love, too: About the quiet, sometimes uncomfortable permission to be a little selfish when your own life has been turned upside down.
What started as a travel diary became something more like a search for footing, both mine and the world's.
«How is one supposed to grieve every soul unfairly taken?
Equally, that is. Wholeheartidly, that is.
It is nothing short of an impossible task, yet it is our duty to try with every ounce of our being. Our duty as humankind, our duty to remain humane and kind.
The question that begs asking is whether we live on despite those who were stripped of their life’s chances, or for their sake.
Is such loss what unites us, or does it widen the gaps filled with anger, such anger! doubt, anxiety, and hopelessness, that have long crept in between neighbours, friends and family.
How do we grieve equally in an unequal world?»
— my thoughts in the aftermath of the mass shooting at Bondi, Sydney AUS on December 15th 2025
«To find oneself is to abandon the idea of trying to define oneself.»
— my thoughts on our need to define ourselves and our personality
An Adventure Down Memory Lane
Exploring Aotearoa, New Zealand and, without knowing it at first, my family’s past
A chronological diary through a country that felt surreally distant and a trip that brought me closer to my family, although miles away.
Although New Zealand isn’t much further from home than Australia, it felt like an entirely different world: Quieter, more distant and somehow harder to place.
It was here that I felt geniunely homesick for the first time, not for any specific place, but for the simple idea of home itself.
The country is picture-perfect in a way that almost feels surreal, though navigating that beauty alongside crowds of tourists (myself included!) brought up it’s own uncomfortable contradictions about how to experience nature without adding to it’s wear.
This film became a chronological diary and an attempt to hold onto the small moments and people I met along the way.
Somewhere along the journey, I realized I was retracing paths my own family had once walked and the the trip quietly became less about discovering a new country and more about returning to an old one.
«What a privilege it is to feel. To feel this level of sadness, heartbreak and anxiety, and just … sit with it.
Letting it in, letting it overwhelm you. Knowing you will get through it and come out stronger than before.
What a privilege to be able to resist the anger, the negativity, the hatred.
Maybe that is what life should be about: never letting your joy, your faith in humankind, your kindness, your open heart, be taken away from you.»
— my thoughts on how prone we are to resort to anger in order to avoid what we feel