I have noticed a pattern in me when it comes to travelling. When I haven’t travelled in a while life has its strange ways of reminding me to do so. I end up unconsciously reading a book on travelling or by watching a film on travelling or like going for an actual trek.
If I haven’t done any of the three, then I get this feeling that my life suddenly has no meaning.
And the only way I can overcome it is by travelling.
The point is I figured out what was missing in my life and now I know how I can improve it