Travel can be so hard to explain… because half the time it’s about feelings you can’t quite put into words. There are some experiences you just can’t describe, because it’s not about what you were doing or where you were, but about how those things made you *feel*. The parts of you they woke up, or spoke to. How you felt so alive / free / grounded / excited / scared / overwhelmed at the same time and it was all just the most perfect storm of emotions. How can I describe to someone that blast of hot, humid air that hits you when you step out of Bangkok airport, and how it always makes me feel like I’m home? Or that bittersweet feeling on the last day of the trip when you’re trying to make the most of the tin you have left, but you can’t help feeling so sad that it’s nearly over. These are the bits that stay with you, and make travel so much more than just moving from place to place. You get to discover different parts of yourself, open up to new experiences and people. These fee...