What do you think would happen if you travelled alone to a place you couldn't read, couldn't pronounce, couldn't plan for?
You might find a café you didn't mean to enter.
A person you didn't mean to meet.
And a version of yourself you didn't know you weren't ready to leave behind.
Some journeys don't end when the trip does.
They just take longer to come back to you.
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