Returning

I am a nostalgic person.

Sometimes maybe a little too much.

I carry too much wistful affection towards the beautiful things that'd happened to me, 

especially in the last couple years.

Europe, for one, was one of the most magical thing that's happened in my life.

It made me realise how much in love with traveling I am.

The feeling of solo adventures overseas,

the starting of a brand new life in Sweden.

Perhaps,

The beauty of traveling lies in returning.

That you know, wherever you've been to,

however good or bad the people you've met,

whatever beds you've slept on,

or whichever architectural marvel you've set foot on,

ultimately, you return home.

&each time you do,

you love it a little bit more.