I felt high and dizzy and the streets were unfamiliar, the people talked a strange language and it was night. My phone was out of battery and I had a vague idea of where I was going. 
**It was fucking amazing!**

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It was my  last night in W. when I noticed that I felt great despite everything that should have made me feel anxious and scared. I had a good day of exploring and eating and shopping and talking to random people a few even, I felt pretty good and ready for anything. There was this tingly feeling in the air where I felt that anything was possible to happen and that it would be fun if it did. 

I was aware that this is actually an imbalance, as my "high" was an opposite of the "lows" when I travel going from homsickness and depression to "never leaving this place"!! but I have this new theory that my adaptability take a lot more time than most people to get me into a normal space. I need a day or two to sniff the air and move around and be back to my usual self in a new environment. It's like running...

I hate running. I am bad at running. If I run 1km I might die. If I run 2km I'll hate everyone and I might kill you. But after the 4th km I start to like it. Dunno exactly why but that's how it goes. I rarely mange to get to the 4km of bliss but when I do, I usually am happy I did...even knowing this though is difficult to get over the initial hurdles.
Same with travelling.

As always, my conclusion is that persistence is key and wanting is as important as doing.
Where to next? 
Where have you been and loved it lately?