Left Bangkok on September (27?), 2003, now it's already April 2006.
I'm 27 years old now. And don't know where to go still.
Edinburgh, London, Berlin and Potsdam. Everywhere lies good memories / good friends. But at the end of the day, my home couldn't been far from Bangkok (plus Pathum Thani, to be precise), the place that I can related myself to for the most.
The world is a book, and those who do not travel, read only a page.
— Saint Augustine
That's true. I got lots of diverse experiences being far from home, travelling, living abroad. If you have a chance, do travel. Anywhere. But at the same time...
Everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.
Lucky me. That I'm not a real hardcore traveller. I'm just moving from one city to another, not so fast. I have a chance to spend considerable enough time to develop more or less good friendship with at least few people around me. That's not bad at all. But as time goes by, as distance keeps pace, will these relationships faded away ? Admittedly, I'm really bad in "keep in touch" business.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
— John Steinbeck
I was thought I could. Nope, I can't. A lesson comes at cost.