Sometimes, it’s not people, but cities that leave the deepest marks on my soul. One taught me to be silent and look at the sky. Another taught me to laugh, even when it hurts. Another taught me to be strong when it’s scary.
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Each city I’ve been to has left something of its own in me: the smell of morning coffee, the sound of a tram, a street where I cried, or a park where I was finally able to breathe deeply again.
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Cities, like people, can be warm and cold, bustling and cozy, hospitable and alienated. But it’s thanks to them that I’ve come to understand myself better.
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Perhaps we travel not only to see new things, but to find lost parts of ourselves 🧭💛