First cup of coffee in Amsterdam
I think what I love the most about traveling is that it forces you to come face-to-face with yourself, to understand who you really are on the inside when separated from the external, material things that can sometimes define one’s day to day existence.
How so? Consider:
When one is in their regular life, one’s identity can become defined by things. Clothing, possessions, brands, logos, but also routines; the route that one takes on their way to work, the job one works at, the people one interacts with, the plates and silverware that one uses. But when traveling, one is separated from all of these things, and yet on the inside, is somehow still the same entity moving through space, accumulating every new experience into a greater whole.
I’m currently in Fes, Morocco, having one amazing experience after another. I’ll write more about Morocco…
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