Fragments…

These pictures here are just a tiny fraction of places I traveled to,

places I explored,

places where I made memories.

Somewhere across the spectrum of visiting more than 60 countries, 

and cities, sights, and scenery I’ll probably never even know how to count…

I started noticing a change in myself….

There was a time in my life when

despite wanting to travel and explore more…

I physically couldn’t.

The thought of catching another flight no longer filled me with excitement like it used to, 

but with overwhelm and exhaustion.

It was as if I wanted to move, 

but my body couldn’t follow…

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All I wanted was to

stay home.

Stay local.

Explore what was nearby.

Near me.

Without planes, trains, buses…

which, also surprisingly, sometimes felt more alive than another country.

So I stopped and questioned myself how come…?

Because I always loved traveling.

Adventures.

Exploration.

New places.

New cultures.

Meeting new people.

And I asked myself:

Have I been escaping?

Have I been searching for something outside of myself?

Have I been seeking adventures elsewhere because life felt too boring at home?

And while, I could say yes to each of those questions…

I also realised that traveling

isn’t who I am.

It does not define me whether I travel

or not.

What travel has always been for me,

is a form of

self-expression,

self-discovery,

a way of reconnecting with the adventurous side of myself.

So then…why did I stop wanting more of it?

Maybe because

somewhere between home and another border,

I stopped bringing my body with me on those travels…? 

Or maybe because 

I found other ways

to express myself,

to feel alive,

to be adventurous… ?

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And there is no moral to any of this.

It’s simply the expression of a thought..

one that may change again

at any moment…