Where It All Started...
"Go abroad once and the door to endless journeys will open" I'd heard people say this so many times. Sounded poetic, but I never really understood what they meant. Then came Singapore. My very first international trip. Unplanned, chaotic, a little reckless. And somehow, that messy adventure cracked something open in me that I didn't even know was there. About a year ago, I went to this super clean, fancy "Asian Tiger" country everyone's obsessed with. And obviously, like every tourist ever, I took a million photos in front of all the iconic spots: the Merlion, Marina Bay Sands, those insane skyscrapers at Clarke Quay. All the classic tourist stuff. But by the end of the day? I was exhausted . Like, dead on my feet tired. And here's what's funny: out of all those picture-perfect selfies I took, the one that actually hits different is this super unglamorous shot of me just... pulling my suitcase. That's literally it. No epic background, no good...