I thought working remotely from a tiny seaside village in Crete would be the dream.
Sun. Sea. Simplicity.
No distractions. Just code, calm, and clarity.
And for a while, it was.
I felt lighter. Slower. More focused.
But something strange crept in.
I started missing London.
Not the weather. Not the prices.
The buzz.
The frictions. The collisions. The ambition in the air.
The overheard pitches in coffee shops.
The urgency. The energy. The edge.
Crete gave me space to think.
But London gives me pressure to move.
And that pressure? That’s fuel.
Turns out:
The lifestyle you want for peace
isn’t the same one you need for momentum.
Peace is great for recovery.
But ambition? That feeds off noise.