I remember traveling 1000km for work. On the radio I heard of trips to where I lived. They were all prizes for some competition. I realized that my home was someone else's destination and my current place was where people from home's had chosen as a destination.
The grass is sometimes truly greener.
When I returned I looked at my home with the eyes of a tourist and went everywhere I could.
I have since traveled elsewhere. Some places are much better not to return to or even remain in.
The grass is sometimes truly greener.
When I returned I looked at my home with the eyes of a tourist and went everywhere I could.
I have since traveled elsewhere. Some places are much better not to return to or even remain in.