Like most things in life, reasons for travel can be ambivalent. I can’t honestly say I’m a mentally helathy enough person that I travel alone for pure reasons of curiosity and a sense of adventure.
I am an expat, and I have to say, sometimes I hate my home country, my host country, and most of all, myself.
It’s nice sometimes to go somewhere where no one knows your name.
And occassionally, to congratulate myself that I didn’t pick the worst country in the world to live in, and remind myself of overall how great I have it in the world. I more than hit the lottery.
Sometimes I wish I could start everything over from scratch.
And sometimes I just need a break from my host country.
But most of all, sometimes, I wish I could be anybody else, or I could hit the pause button on my life.
Not that I do instagram, but if I did, you’d only see the sunshine, but if pictures told true there would be a lot of rain.