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  • They stay with me. All of them. Every single packing smart, waiting in line, boarding a plane, asking for direction, finding the right bus, catching the right metro, checking into a hotel, receiving keys for a new home, meeting new roommates, saying hi to new classmates. Finding myself. Falling in love.

    Falling in love.

    Life is about saying farewell and meeting again. That's what my father has been telling me since my very first heartbreaking goodbye. However accurate he is with these words, most adventures come with a time limit and are to be consumed before a certain date. You can't know for sure, that those goodbyes will one day be another hi. Whatever's left, is simply a feeling.

    But simple – no, not at all. The leftovers of a traveling experience are very difficult to deal with. They make me into who I am. But also, reminds me of what I had. All the streets I have walked and lived and loved. If just one more time.

    By the end of the day, I still wouldn't have done anything in any other way. I'm always traveling with all my heart, no matter where I'm heading. And the leftovers just make me hungry for more.
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