i started this account to make something clear, something people do not talk about. i traveled for over 4 months during that time i quickly discovered that traveling isn’t all just fun and beauty. honestly most of the time it was ugly. there was panic about missing flights, buses, trains—there were times when i plainly thought i could not last another day. it is mentally exhausting, it will drain you, it forces you to be tough. it forces you to overcome your insecurities and weaknesses. it pushes you to your limits, you do not know the language, the food, the society. you’re in an odd place, you feel alone, you’re confused about directions, you’re scared of your surroundings. traveling is worth it, do not get me wrong. but, we never talk about the disappointing parts of it, the hard parts. when people ask me if i enjoyed it i often respond “it was the best time of my life.” this is true. but it was also a time of self discovery and growth and that is not always easy.