I could spend my life travelling by train. Staring out the window, alone with my thoughts. I feel more at home in foreign surroundings than I do my own. I'm not quite sure what that means for me, but I feel genuine happiness floating among the unfamiliar. My eyes open. The tunnel vision they are accustomed to ceases to exist. It could very well be as simple as putting distance between myself and the everyday stresses of life, but I believe it's more. The discovery and learning, it mirrors itself right back to the core of you. In the end it's never really about where you go, but moreso the impact that journey left on your soul.