There's been quite a long time since I traveled to a new place. Because I live abroad, every time I have vacations it's to go back home. Which is both a blessing and a curse.
It's always nice to go back and visit friends and family and be surrounded by all the nostalgia. On the other hand, I feel like I have to travel back home. It's a self-imposed duty.
After almost 4 years of this, I feel the need for traveling become more and more concrete. Something that makes me miss my trip around Europe back in 2013 even more.
The trill of traveling to a completely new city and culture with nothing more than a backpack is something I want to feel again. Arriving at a hostel and becoming friends with random travelers. Walking the streets with nativity and available to try new things.
I made this Europe trip with 3 friends which added a layer of comfort. However, the trip also made me consider how it would be to travel alone and all the challenges/opportunities that come with it.
Like coming abroad, my "compass" keeps pointing at traveling alone has something I need to do. I guess the direction is set... I just need to start walking.