I returned feeling semi-crestfallen, as I always do when I have to return home. Home just doesn’t feel like home to me. I have my parents, whom I love dearly, and I love my home country of Canada fiercely, but I just don’t feel like life is right for me here. On my Asian odysseys, I feel free, I meet people from all over the world, and I feel far more alive than I do here. I knew as soon as I returned home in late June that I needed to go somewhere else as soon as the sublime westcoast summer waned. The sight of yellowing leaves this year and Jack O’Lanterns
When travelling, there are things that you sometimes see that just break your damn heart and overwhelm you with this sense of guilt, and almost a feeling of shame , when really, neither of us could control how we came to live in such different predicaments.
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