Look back at your life. It's always the hardest times that made you who you are.
The travel bug bit me at a young age - from when my parents brought me overseas to see my dad's side of the family. I was exposed to a different culture, weird and funny scents, exposure to real 'spiciness' in food, the lives of different people, and how other people defined 'happiness'. I knew then, that I needed to see more. I needed to experience more.
As I navigate through my limited existence on this earth, I wonder about the idea of 'home' and what it means to me and whether it was a physical place or just a safe space in my mind to wander. Sometimes it's both. Travelling has exposed me to a world of vulnerability from physically being away from the comforts of my parents' home, to relying on kind strangers to assist me in trying times and forcing me to create new homes and safe spaces with new people and often, a new (and slightly improved) me.
My idea of travel has changed. How I travel has changed. The experiences I want from travel has changed as well. If you asked me 5 years ago if I'd want to revisit some of the countries I have been to, I'd probably say 'no'. I was in a 'check that one off the list mindset'. But as I reflect more with a mere 6 months settling into a new city and a new life, I have found that life has allowed me to revisit some major themes with a brain muscle that I've never used. Whether I am revisiting places I have been before, managing romantic and personal relationships or working through difficult emotions, I am viewing these experiences with a open mind, a bigger heart, and an extended hand. It has been a work in progress but I am slowly connecting the dots... slowly, but surely.
Through this outlet, I hope to make an impact on you by sharing my experience and the stories of people who I've met along my travels and the funny intricacies of everyday life abroad.