A year ago, I went to Canada. The usual. I left home to see the world. I came back. Clinging to the memories and the wish to still be there. Slowly realizing that the journey is over. Realizing that it’s time to look forward. Travel-Hangover.

I will never be able to repeat that trip. There is no reason for wishing to go back there. It wouldn’t be the same. It couldn’t, anyways. The only thing I can wish for is to remember it well. Appreciate that it all happend. Trying to keep each precious moment in my heart and don’t let it fade away too soon.