The past few weeks have been a roller coaster ride. That seems to happen a lot since I moved to Taiwan. Never thought the working world could give me so much pressure.
Before we started working, traveling is just something we look forward to. We were excited about traveling. But now, it's just a break from work.
I just went on a 3-day trip with my cousin's company and my mom's side of the family. It was great...a break from all the pressure. But it felt different. I wasn't excited the night before. My little cousin hardly slept and woke up at 4am because he was excited. Me? Not so much. I didn't even pack until the last minute. It was just...a break to me.
When did traveling become just a break?
What happened to the fun in it?
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