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I have been writing consistently on this blog for a week now. At times I don't feel like writing anything, sometimes I almost forget to write, most of the time I am not in the mood because I have to think what to write. I am not creative, most of what I typed here are just mindless thoughts and emotions that I still feel inside and I could not let it go.

I thought maybe this is helping me going through life. Maybe, but I don't feel anything about it. Nothing changes. Maybe it did help without me knowing. I don't know.

I miss travelling. I am actually bad at it, as in I feel tired easily, I hate walking for too long, I don't hike like many people, I love good hotels and I don't eat local food. Such a terrible traveller.

But new places make me feel excited. I love watching the locals, their cultures, visiting the places I only saw on screen before. Travelling keeps my spirit high, that's why I dream of becoming full-time traveller or backpacker. But like I said, I am a bad traveller, plus I don't have enough money to make it full time. So another dream goes down the drain.

But it's okay. I have been lucky enough to visit so many places from Japan to Indonesia. Not many people get the chance, so I am grateful.

Maybe one day, I will become a full time traveller driving my own van that's become my home along with my cats. I can always hope.

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