Why do I travel?

A feeling.  A conviction.  A desire.  A knowledge.

The feeling that this is not the place for me.

The conviction that the rat race is not the only lifestlye option available and it’s certainly not the one for me.

A desire to make the most of my life which, for me, means seeing all that I can see and experiencing the wonders of the world.

The knowledge that this is all I’ve ever really wanted to do.

To be free.

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