I moved to Krakow six months ago. It wasn’t planned — at least not in the way moves usually are. An opportunity came up, I said yes, and three weeks later I was on a plane with two suitcases.
The city surprised me. I expected cold and gray. I got golden hour light on medieval architecture. Coffee shops tucked into cellars. A pace of life that lets you think.
As a remote worker, I could be anywhere. But place matters more than I expected. The walk to get coffee shapes the morning. The view from the window shapes the afternoon. The energy of a city seeps into the work, even when you’re just staring at a screen.
Krakow has good bones. It’s the kind of city where you notice things on your hundredth walk that you missed on your first. I’m still discovering.