the world at my feet.
In the end flashpacking trip number one, in this wonderful hostel, in a generally safe country proves to be ultimately refreshing: I was allowed to only be the self I was willing for people to see, and there was no need to talk about my history and context any more than I wanted. It wasn’t so much a reinvention as it was just a reconfigured version of self that is pushed to the fore, because as it turns out, sometimes it’s all that’s important. That this is true for you still when you finally come home, is exactly the point.