They say, “Travel broadens the mind.”
Yes — until you realize your mind was cluttered to begin with.
I’ve been to cities that never sleep,
and still couldn’t outrun my own thoughts.
Roamed free in ten countries.
Found peace in one hammock.
Turns out, “finding yourself” isn’t a destination.
It’s what’s left when the noise dies down.
No Wi-Fi.
No schedule.
Just you, a mango, and a mosquito asking for blood like a tiny customs officer. 🦟🛂
Passport full. Heart fuller.