Arrived home after having a pretty cool day at Uni being productive and whatnot. On arrival i made some "awesome" (quoted from flattie) muffins and then browsed through my old laptop through allll my old photos from traveling of the past few years.
I love looking through the past and thinking about where i was, who i was with and where i didn't know i was going . Its easy to forget what iv done after living here on this small yet beautiful island. I have an uplifting feeling when looking at these memories and remember how much of world there is out there and how much more i aspire to see.
I love this place but seeing these memories feels like using gun powder to ignite my desire to leave.
I want to be gone
