The temperature is -7 Celsius.
I'm sitting here on a bench overlooking the modern skyscrapers of Moscow city, a district of modern buildings on the western outskirts of Moscow.
I'm reflecting on travel as I'm into my last 2 weeks.
The year has gone by quickly and slowly.
Loads of fun and not fun at all.
Times I've been stuffed with food.
Times I've starved not finding any.
One moment surrounded by many friends
And the next, surrounded by none.
That is with any travel, long or short term.
But it is especially with solo travelling and long-term.
I've often been told that my travel life is coveted and friends saying they're envious are numerous.
Yet I always say that for people who are born into a first world nation like Australia, we have the privilege of travel. There are people from countries who actually can only dream.
I've met a friend from Syria, now a war torn country who is denied visas almost everywhere or costing a fortune. I could only hope for him that time will solve the political problems.
I've mentioned before that my travel is for self growth. And indeed it has been the most rewarding.
To be humbled.
To experience and to learn
Of course I had to sacrifice for this too.
Stability
Fulfilling expectations
Time with family
Relations with friends
Reverse culture shock
Fear of the future
But for what I've gained.
I'd do it again if I could.
You only live once.
Make sure you don't regret having spent most of it dreaming instead of doing.
