Ever since I was young, my parents have taken me travelling. My dad is a businessman and so he's been to a lot of places. He's always wanted me to be independent. From a young age, he used to send me to places all by myself. I remember being 6 and all alone on a train to another city. At 16 I was an exchange student to Germany. This was my very first European experience. The 'sense of belonging' from travelling has differed from the various age points in my life. Recounting that first German visit, I remember retracing the steps that I once took with that special person but feeling not the same about that place or that person because of the added maturity of time.
Travelling to new and old places has brought so much to who I am as a person. On those trips, I witness other cultures and reminds me of how small I am in this world. My problems become miniscule compared to reality. This resets me to go back to my small world and face my stresses with a rejuventated outlook. It has become an irreplaceable outlet for me to destress and recharge and most of all put life into perspective. Travelling is where I belong.