I am glad I didn’t travel to all 7 continents.
I was in Peru when the travel bug began to wear off.
29 weeks.
3 continents.
11 countries.
Yesterday, I spoke to a friend of mine in Bolivia 🇧🇴
He asked, “How did you know when enough was enough?”
His question reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend of mine prior to my tour around the 🌎
I remember my friend saying, “You’ll feel it.”
It didn’t make much sense at first.
I wanted something more concrete, tangible.
However, once I experienced it myself, I understood completely what my friend was saying.
I was in Cusco, Peru 🇵🇪 when the feeling came.
“We should go see Machu Picchu!” one of my friends said.
I didn’t respond.
It was the first time in a long time, I showed zero interest.
No desire to see one of the, “Seven Wonders of the World”.
I was missing my parents 👨👩👧👦
I was missing my friends 🫂
I was missing a sense of a routine 🗓
I was missing a hot shower 🚿
I was no longer appreciating the natural beauty around me 🌅
I needed to reconnect to self, to process the thousands of new impressions ✍️
Enough was enough.
