At the moment I’m overlooking the business district of Melbourne, while my fingertips glide through the keyboard of my laptop. I’m sitting in a chic little cafe in central business district, waiting to meet my friend for a lunch date. While I glance up and stare at all the rushing people in the busy street, I can only think of one thing. If I’ve ever left a part of me somewhere, it’s Australia. These past seven weeks in Australia I’ve probably experienced more than the whole three years I was “wasting” my time in uni.
I’ve been traveling around for three to four months now. This one quote about traveling popped up on my timeline the other day and in a weird way it touched me on a very very deep level, so I decided to dedicate a whole blogpost for it. It went something like this: