I’d like to think that I was probably a natural born traveler. The passion or at least the intention of traveling was always there way before I could even afford to travel anywhere outside of my own hometown.
You see, I bought this for my own 12th birthday promising to myself that I would one day come to the place and sit right from where the picture in the postcard was taken.
True enough, in May 2009; I took my first flight out of the country to see how the dream of 12-years-old kid would finally be fulfilled.
And there I was, sitting on the side of Thames River in London to witness the wish that I made 19 years ago finally turned into reality.
It felt like a big part of my life had just been completed. Heh.
Then I knew my love for traveling wouldn’t just end there.
IT WAS JUST THE BEGINNING. And I was right. I never stopped.
The world is SO BIG and I want to see as much of it as possible.
I don’t know when I would ever stop.
IF EVER.
For now, I just want to keep doing it.
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