My relationship with travel.

  I remember it like it only happened yesterday. My first time stepping on a train was a short hour journey to Preston some four years ago. Time seems to go by in such short heartbeats. It was my first time really acting on a crush I had; I'd known the person only a short while …

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An open letter to those who have gone.

Dear you, I remember coming to the realization that not everyone stays with you in life. Sometimes we grow up, we fall out, we move onto the next big thing, and moreover we eventually become a number and a face on each other's feed, or some place randomly after years of cut ties. When I was younger I …

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