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I once read a quote that pointed out traveling is a way to find yourself and to lose yourself...I feel a little lost, but not in a depressing way. I’m blanking on what to call this feeling, but I remember my friend telling me the Norwegians have a word for this - wondering around aimlessly. I can’t say I’m actively exploring with a purpose, and I can’t say that I have absolutely no idea where I am in life. However, I do feel, is that I’m missing a purpose. I think my north star is still the end goal, but the drive to pursue isn’t as strong.  For example, I say I’m ready for a relationship but I also haven’t learned to enjoy dating. I’ve been annoyed at guys who make moves on me and have no interest in meeting up with them. I booked all my flights and made my plans to meet up with friends - from Paris, to Lyon, to Budapest, and Bergen. But other than that...no itinerary. I’m telling myself its just my way of living in the moment but it doesn’t always feel as fun as building towards something.  

First week in Pokhara. I am so in love with this place for real

From the first week in Kathmandu, and in pokhara

48 hours in Kathmandu. The fucking chaos! Enough to have an existential crisis. Up in the mountains already but woah, arriving to asia dissolution of western individualism type shit

Something so magical about these asian barber shops