I haven’t written in my journal for some time now. People have been urging me that being in quarantine, it’s even more apt to start reflecting. Still I couldn’t bring myself to write the same way I could before. I write when I feel moved.

So here I’ve regurgitated my old work, because I cannot gift the reader anything new, and because somewhere inside me, I want to reassert who I am, as I feel myself grow weary and forget what it is that I love and have loved.

I’ve attached some excerpts from my Journal since 2018. To you who reads this preface, I hope you feel inspired to revisit your own travels, memories, and what makes your life so wonderfully rich.