I stopped writing for a while.
We didn’t stop travelling. If anything, we travelled more than before. I stopped because I wasn’t interested in writing another travelogue and didn’t know which direction I wanted this site to head toward next.
When I looked back on the journeys I remembered most, they weren’t defined by the itinerary. They were made up of small moments that never seemed important at the time: waiting on a station platform before sunrise, wandering down a quiet street with nowhere to be, returning to a place years later and finding that it felt both familiar and different.
This is my way of writing about those moments. Some entries are travel journals. Some are photographs. Some begin with a passing thought that stayed with me long after I came home.
They’re all about travel.
Just not always about where I went.
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