The past is remembered.
As a traveler, I meet different people around the world. I enjoy this.
I hear interesting, amazing stories from different people. (Ignore technology. Appreciate talking face-to-face.)
We become together as one. (Different skin color, ethnicity, race, and culture does not change anything. We are together as one.)
This is powerful and meaningful.
When I bonded and connected with travelers and locals, I did not want to head back home just yet.
The toughest part is saying goodbye to the people I had a special bond with. I am human.
I am slowly processing many thoughts and memories in my head.
Welcome to the solo travel life.
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