If you’re like me, you may have just had the best weeks, months, or if you are lucky enough, the best year(s) of your life. You had endless amazing days, where you literally thought that life couldn’t get any better. But now you are back…I mean you wanted to come back to home comforts, to catch up with family and friends, but… once that’s all done it is really hard to not want to run away to some exotic island again, or some city that you’ve fallen completely and utterly in love with. It’s hard.
In the early mornings when i’m cursed with jet lag, I find it hard to not look through my pictures and wish to turn back the clocks. Travelling truly breaks your heart, and once you’ve seen the moon shine on the other side of the world, you are never really the same again. I do intend on blogging on all my adventures, sharing with you my stories, the food I ate, the people I met and all the sweet and sugar coated aspects of travelling. However, right now travelling has broken my heart, because I didn’t want to come home. Ever. Reality is draining. Take me back.