Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

The furthest I’ve ever traveled from my hometown was my almost 2 year stay in Australia. Distance wise, it was the furthest Iˋve ever been from my hometown, but heart wise, it brought me closer to a place I called home: Perth, Australia. That’s why I used the word ‘hometown’ before, because it did not feel like home for a long time anymore and I felt exhausted, I felt empty, I felt that there was no light shining, even though I knew, this light is just waiting to ignite again. But I was also scared, leaving on a big solo travel and leaving everything behind. But I needed to, I wanted to. Maybe, or actually for sure, I was fleeing also.

“Running away is easy, it’s the leaving that’s hard.”

This first big solo travel taught me so many things about myself, what I want and what I donˋt want and most important, who I really am and what I value. Also, I met my partner there, unexpectedly, and I wouldn’t want to have it any other way. Australia gave me a lot, in many ways, and I could write long long paragraphs about it, but at the same time I wouldn’t know how to put all my feelings into words. But I think, that is also a good thing, as long as I can capture those feelings forever inside of me.