Spent 8 days traveling for work in London. I traveled alone and learned a lot about myself
  1. Traveling brings you back to yourself
    When we’re in comfortable terrain surrounded by comfortable people living our comfortable lives, we then soon find challenge to be enemy. But when you travel and have to adapt to a new culture, newish language, you find yourself learning again. In that I ask myself more questions, and I find my curiosity peaked both by the world outside and by who I am at heart.
  2. It’s scary to ask for help
    The Internet has created such a huge knowledge surplus; asking for help is now googling. But when you have no idea on how to ask google, it’s completely humbling. I found myself lost and not even knowing which way to go for things or even knowing where the map was taking me.
  3. You can be alone surrounded by millions of people
    It was the British pubs that taught me that. I wanted to go in them, sit at the bar, talk to the bartender and then leave. Or maybe secretly in my head I wanted to make a new friend who was also a traveler and we’d become best friends. But no, these pubs had no place to sit alone. You were forced to commune with others or be locked on the outside.
  4. Those same millions of people can easily annoy me.
    Going to any well known destination was also pretty annoying for me to attend to. I don’t like the crowds, I don’t like the feeling of being shuffled around. I love cities, but the people annoy the shit out of me.
  5. Being American is revered by some, hated by others.
    Have you ever seen someone try to talk like an American? It’s the weirdest discombobulating feeling. You realize you’re style of speaking is not the base of any language. It’s an evolution. It can mimicked, mocked or faked. It’s not the roots, just a progression. But it wasn't the language that made me feel "American." It was the moment when a chinese lady in a massage shop wanted me to come and “get massage” As if I was rich white American man who would spend thousands