The feeling confusing, of mixed affection and fear.
The excitement of the unknown, of a land so foreign to me.
Yet when here, where I am again alone and english not a certainty,
I wander around aimlessly unsure of where to start.
How to order a meal in another language?
Navigating my way through a city riddled with tourist traps and unexplored passages...
How to find my way back to the hostel without getting terribly lost?
These thoughts are constant.
Most importantly, how to feel excited about venturing out on my own,
sharing the experience with no one but myself, when I just love chatting so much?
Finding my bearings takes only a short while, but I still feel cautious and apprehensive.
Such a muddle of thoughts, I endeavour to not spent another second thinking about it.
I know myself, and what I am capable of...
just need to find the switch.
From survival in a city - to enjoying the city solo.
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