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Eliza S Robinson

Eliza S Robinson is the author of The Purest Form of Chaos. She writes novels, blogs, poetry, and the occasional poorly-worded author bio. When Eliza isn’t writing your future favourite novel, live-tweeting her romantic mishaps, or stress-watching Grey’s Anatomy, she is a master's student in Russian, East European, and Eurasian Studies at the University of Glasgow. Eliza’s passions include: astrology, feminism, wearing as much purple as humanly possible, and running away to the Baltic States the moment life gets boring.

Category: Travel

10 Moments That Capture The Beauty And Randomness Of Travelling

May 1, 2020May 1, 2020 Eliza S Robinson15 Blogs in 30 Days

There are songs I can’t listen to without being transported to another place and time. It’s useful, these days, when the height of excitement in my life takes the form of a trip to the[…]

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There’s No Place Like Home (Until There Are Two)

September 3, 2019 Eliza S RobinsonTravel

I didn’t cry when I left Tallinn. Riga was a breath of fresh air, a sunny city where the world was loud and I was quiet. I was at peace, the fiery rage I had[…]

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Ode To Closed Chapters

August 14, 2019 Eliza S RobinsonPersonal Essay

It’s been 37 days since I came to Tallinn, 35 since I came to the hostel. Today the weather is trying its best to convince me I’m still in Glasgow. The sudden downpours and water[…]

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Writer In Wonderland

July 9, 2019 Eliza S RobinsonPersonal Essay

When I was fourteen and homeschooled and had nothing better to do with my time, one of my hobbies was to reread my favourite novels. I read The Hunger Games and Divergent series upwards of[…]

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Why I Travel, Or “What Makes You Feel Alive?”

May 12, 2019May 12, 2019 Eliza S RobinsonTravel

Glasgow is most itself on days when heavy grey clouds hang low in the sky, saturated with rain that aches to flow freely, spewing droplets on the tiny people below. The scent of petrichor rises[…]

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Eliza’s Escapades: 25th-29th December 2018

December 30, 2018 Eliza S RobinsonTravel

25th December 2018 — I dreamt I was dancing with a friend. I woke up happy and at peace. I lay in bed for a couple of hours, because I didn’t want to lose the[…]

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Eliza’s Escapades: 22nd-24th December 2018

December 25, 2018 Eliza S RobinsonTravel

22nd December 2018 — I felt sad to leave Riga behind, but I was glad to leave my hostel. The more distance I put between myself and those creepy men, the better! I went to[…]

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Eliza’s Escapades: 19th-21st December 2018

December 21, 2018 Eliza S RobinsonTravel

19th December 2018 — Travelling has convinced me that showers and coffee are the solution to all my problems. I feel better about Latvia today. I sit in Caffeine with a cappuccino, cinnamon sprinkled on[…]

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Eliza’s Escapades: 16th-18th December 2018

December 19, 2018December 19, 2018 Eliza S RobinsonTravel

16th December 2018 — The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, but this journey begins with a train from Glasgow to Edinburgh. This is where we first meet the heroine of[…]

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Travel Diary: Berlin and Paris

August 31, 2017September 24, 2018 Eliza S RobinsonTravel

19th July 2017 – I awoke from a nightmare of being stalked. Waking only made me feel worse. I dressed quickly, and packed up the remainder of my belongings, and left the hostel as quickly[…]

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