A friend passed on an excellent essay titled What Happens When You Live Abroad, hosted by Thought Catalog. It’s definitely worth a read.
“Walking streets alone and eating dinner at tables for one — maybe with a book, maybe not — you’re left alone for hours, days on end with nothing but your own thoughts. You start talking to yourself, asking yourself questions and answering them, and taking in the day’s activities with a slowness and an appreciation that you’ve never before even attempted. “
The above quote isn’t why I started the blog, but why I continue it. In reality, it’s a giant long conversation with myself.