Sometimes I have to take a step back and look at my life from the outside in. From every event, both big and small, where my mindset was; which city I was in. From every angled peak, everything happened exactly how it was supposed to be. In the beginning of my travel journey, I never really had a goal. No specified destination, no desire of visiting any certain or quantified city. I just wanted to travel. So badly. It was the only thing on my mind 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬. Even throughout the pandemic, I didn't know how to stop - as insensitive as I was. There was just so much I sacrificed to get to this point, all I knew was to continue pulling through. Now that the world is finally opening up, I'm coming back home! Ironic, isn't it? — I haven't been so excited to go back home, see my family, reset, and have the time + space to focus on new projects. I used to think home was a fearful place, and one that resulted in personal failure. When in reality, home is actually an accepted place not ...