In my experience, travelling is a twofold enterprise with distinct segments.

The first is backpacking — adventures in which standard forms of reason are abandoned, money is spent indiscriminately and hours are consumed bouncing around different cities, countries or hemispheres. Therein, we do our share to turn the globe into a truly fun place to roam. Working overseas, the second type, is deceiving insomuch as it pragmatically looks like the former, but it rarely embodies the chaotic fun so cherished therein.

Putting yourself on a different global parallel is one way to get away from a label called home, but staying long enough for it to become a new one presents nowhere near the same enjoyment as shifting the weight of a sixty-litre pack off your hips to enjoy the pedestrian breeze of a cobblestoned cafe.

The road less-travelled misses me. I can hear it whispering.

From here to there,

S*