Hey, the trip I remember began long before I understood what travelling meant. Some memories stay with us even when the details fade. I can still recall the airports, the unfamiliar cold air, the smell of foreign cities and the feeling of being very small in a world that felt impossibly big.
I was fortunate to experience travelling when I was young. At that age, I did not understand how special it was. I was not comparing countries or trying to appreciate anything. I was simply living in the moment. Sometimes I was sitting quietly at a restaurant and listening to conversations I did not understand. Sometimes I was holding my parents’ hands and trying to keep up. All these moments eventually shaped the heart of The Trip I Remember.
Growing Up And Seeing Life Differently
Life changed slowly as I grew older. Responsibilities, bills, deadlines and commitments made travelling feel distant. It became something I wished for instead of something I experienced. I would hear people talk about their holidays, and there were days I felt left behind. It is funny to think about it now because once someone mocked me and said I probably had no idea how it feels to travel by plane. They had no clue that I had done it as a child. They only saw the adult version of me, who was struggling. Life humbles everyone in different ways, and this is one of the reasons The Trip I Remember feels meaningful to me.
Why I Am Writing This Series
I am writing this series not to tell the world that I have travelled. I am writing it as a reminder to be grateful. Not everyone gets the chance to step outside their own country. Some people reach the end of their lives without ever seeing anything beyond their hometown. The fact that I even have memories to look back on already feels like a blessing.
Recently, I started revisiting these places through childhood memories, Google Maps and YouTube walking tours. Cities have changed, and I have changed too. Yet something inside me still looks for the feelings I once had. The soft parts of my childhood stay alive in these small recollections, and they form the spirit of The Trip I Remember. This is the beginning of a quiet collection of stories about the places I remember and the person I was when I saw them. So stay tuned!
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