Why I Moved

I’ve spent seasons in Split—busy, bright, full of energy. I’ve carried parties, families, rushed check-outs and champagne sunrises. I’ve done my job well, and I’m proud of every mile.

But over time, I started to feel ready for something different.

Not less work—just a different kind of guest. The kind who watches the water more than their phone. Who chooses an anchorage for the silence. Who still likes comfort, yes—but who values the horizon even more.

Then someone came along with a vision: to bring me north, where the islands are wilder, and the pace is just a little slower. Not to make me showy or grand—but to offer something quiet, thoughtful, and still a little special.

So here I am. In Zadar.

Still waiting for my first journey from here. But already feeling the breeze of something good. New voices. New mornings. New salt in the lines.

I’m ready.