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Posted on June 1, 2020June 1, 2020Full size 1024 × 1365

What can I say, I’m *addicted* to string lights.

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Dhania Albani is an anagram and artsy alter ego of Nabilah Adani, a 30-year-old Indonesian born and bred. Currently works as a full-time geologist, but writing was one of her earliest hobbies, and the longest-lasting too.

Here, she shares her travels, musings on mostly mindfulness and mental health, daily life in Indonesia and beyond, hobbies, or humans around her.

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If the past "few" years of our formative years hav

If the past "few" years of our formative years have taught us anything, it is an understanding that is gracefully summarized and carved in the back of our wedding rings;

"𝕹𝖚𝖓𝖈 𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖉 𝖘𝖎𝖙 𝕬𝖒𝖔𝖗."

("𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴.")

While the wedding euphoria is still here, here's t

While the wedding euphoria is still here, here's to appreciating @taniasalim06's eyes for our lovely pre-wedding shoot. Loving the ethereal, dreamy-looking results that were truly her signature. 🤍 Styling was of course by yours truly (still the M(r)s. DIY that I was 😉).

Portrait postcards from last December - another 18

Portrait postcards from last December - another 18 to mark another stepping stone of ours. On a path to become intertwined into 1, towards ∞.

The picturesque landscape of the Isle of Skye was

The picturesque landscape of the Isle of Skye was already more than what I asked for, but on top of that, to be on a 3-day tour where nearly all of the participants were travellers around my age (including a few other solo ones!) was definitely the highlight of this experience. 10/10.

That day I was stranded on a tiny island by the ed

That day I was stranded on a tiny island by the edge of the North Atlantic Ocean.

From my first post-pandemic solo trip. A bit of cl

From my first post-pandemic solo trip. A bit of clouds here and there but thanks for the overall streaks of sunshine, London. x

Perhaps the thing I appreciated the most about thi

Perhaps the thing I appreciated the most about this travel season was my giving permission towards myself to be fully immersed in the present and now without all the residual worries of having to tend other responsibilities.

The clock kept ticking and the world was always heading somewhere, but I'd happily pause to smell the coconut-scented gorses up in these hills, record as many snippets of this quaint city with my naked eyes from hundreds of feet above the sea, or chat about life and uncertainties with people who helped me build a temporary nest in their own safe spaces among all the unknown and foreign.

After a very long while, life felt slow and every second felt precious again. Something as mundane as leaning on the ground, fingers caressing the green, eyes appreciating the wide blue, could finally feel like it's the greatest thing one could ever do again and at that moment, I didn't need nor seek anything more than any of that.

When the globetrotter/average Jane in me just want

When the globetrotter/average Jane in me just wants to soak in the marvelous natural beauty but the geologist in me wants to geek out over these chalk-intruding-and-brecciating Paleogene basaltic columnar joints.

(📷 credits to either @__irene_chan__ or @expeditionjane can't recall which one of these ladies 👀)

Thinking about the capital city where all sorts of

Thinking about the capital city where all sorts of fortuitous encounters happened. And it matters not only whom I saw or met, but also whom I shared the experience with.

It's funny how I struggle every time someone asks, "So what's your favourite bits?" Because every single one of those truly felt like they were brought to me not by chance and was meant to be my truth and reality at some point.

Every conversation, face, place, rendezvous, dialogue, song, escapade - all was then fated to be imprinted in my not-so-distant memory, probably never to be forgotten.

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