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Hello there, my hypothetical imaginary reader!

This year has been a whirlwind. If you’re one of my first readers, chances are you’re my friend, so you already know how I spent the first months of 2024. But if, by some miracle, you don’t know me, let me tell you the story.

On December 18th 2023 at 10am, I boarded a plane to Barbados with two backpacks, both heavy AF, and flew towards new, uncharted adventures. My journey took me through the Caribbean Sea, Central America, volcanic trails, the Pacific West Coast, and to the very edges of my soul. I left my flat in London and let destiny or chance— whichever you prefer—take care of the rest. I visited countless places, slept in countless beds, talked with countless people, and listened to countless stories. I became a nomad—a digital nomad, belonging nowhere and everywhere.

I hoped the trip would be transformative, but I had no idea just how much! I returned as a different human, my brain has been rewired—literally. It wasn’t just the journey itself, but also the heartbreak and therapy that led me to it in the first place. But oh my, I love the parts of myself I discovered along the way.

Through the constant movement, and through the ever-changing environments, I found Home—a home within myself.

I decided that if I’m going to spend the next however many years living in this home, I’d better keep it cozy! If I’m lucky and take care of my body and mind, I might have about 48 years left in this paradise—a rough estimate based on my grandma’s current age, and she’s still going strong. Of course, things could turn out better, or much worse. Either way, for however long I have left, I’m 100% dedicated to making my home the best place in the known universe—my universe. After all, you all might not even exist and are just a figment of my imagination. I hope not, because if that’s the case, my imagination would be pretty dark, judging by the BBC news.

From now on, I’m fully focused on making my home peaceful, fun, and creative place, with a massive dose of joy and gratitude. 

The air in my inner paradise should smell of meaning and purpose, and the flowers in my garden should blossom with friendship and community. The whole space should be filled with love—not the overwhelming romantic kind, but the all-encompassing kind: the warmth around your hearth, the love you feel for nature, for all life experiencing this absurd existence, the love for beauty, art, music, discovery, exploration, and all that. I want to spend my time doing what I love, whether that’s for a day, a year, or 48. That’s why I have started focusing more on joyful activities. And that’s how Just Lucia Studio has started.

One thing I’ve always wanted to try—and I did in the past more or less successfully (and yes, none of my three blogs went longer than about 20 posts, maybe luckily for you!) —is writing. I love writing! I write often, for myself, in my journal. You wouldn’t want to read it, but I bet some of you might wonder if your name is mentioned there… well, it might be, hm? Who knows…

So, I will write… or at least, I’ll try…

I am trying!

Sometimes, people might deem my words a bit rude; I hope to write kindly… but indeed, I might get a bit blunt… sorry, not sorry… I’m not entirely sure what I’ll write about. It’s probably going to be a mix of everything and nothing, much like this first entry. Well, we shall see. I do hope that the topics I cover will spark your interest, and that maybe you too shall think about them. The subjects will likely include society, psychology, neuroscience, art, philosophy, travel, and much more… or less… who knows! I’ll leave it to destiny or chance – whichever you prefer. I’d love to write every two weeks, but I’m not sure I can keep up the pace, probably not. The reason is that I’m bringing more joyful activities into my life these days. It keeps me busy, and it keeps my home happy.

And now, tell me… or rather to yourself—what joyful activity could you start doing in your home?

Just Lucia