After my travel confession reel this week, the one that sparked the most conversation was how I *dont* having the longing to go home. Many of you can relate, others feel differently. Some of you even feel guilty about NOT feeling guilty for living away from your families. In an ideal world, you could see the world and not miss out on important events in your family and friends lives. You wouldn’t miss birthdays, or births. You would hug your parents whenever you wanted to. But we don’t live in that ideal world, so right now I have to choose. And I chose to follow my gut, pack my bags and see the world. There are days when I feel the weight of missing home - watching family gatherings on Stories, or the comfort of familiar places, wanting to chat with my friends or to hug my mom. It’s natural to feel that pull, and in those moments, it’s easy to wonder if I’m missing out on something important. But when I think about everything I’ve gained - the adventures, the cultures I’ve immersed...