I remember the first morning I woke up alone in another country. The light felt different — softer, almost deliberate. There was no one to ask where to go for breakfast, no one to hurry me along. Just me, a quiet city, and the sound of my own footsteps.
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I remember the first morning I woke up alone in another country. The light felt different — softer, almost deliberate. There was no one to ask where to go for breakfast, no one to hurry me along. Just me, a quiet city, and the sound of my own footsteps.
Read More: https://ezybookairportparking.weebly.com/blog/how-travelling-solo-made-me-fall-in-love-with-my-own-company
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