“She loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm.
It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago.
It differentiated her from others.”
– Milan Kundera
Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.