The one who couldn't stop traveling

You could stay.
Really, you could.
You have a comfortable apartment, loyal friends, a more or less stable job, and even a small cafe on the corner where the waiter knows your first name.
But... all it takes is a message on a WhatsApp group, a photo of a beach on the other side of the world, or a “flights for less than €300” promotion for everything to change.
You're already comparing prices, looking for dates, checking if you still have enough vacation days... or simply telling yourself, oh well, we'll see.

You don't just travel to "see the country."
You travel to change your skin.
With each departure, you become that version of yourself who dares everything, who laughs louder, who marvels at silly details like the noise of a market in the early morning or the golden light of a sunset.

You might think it's just a passion for landscapes.
But no.
It's a passion for new beginnings.

Because after a while, when you always live in the same setting, you end up believing that your life is frozen.
And the journey itself comes to break this illusion:
• One morning you wake up in Montreal under the snow,
• Three weeks later, you eat a hot curry in Bangkok,
• And in between, you pass through an airport that smells of coffee and waiting.

Some trips are short.
Others are so long that you end up forgetting how long it's been since you slept in the same bed for more than three nights.
And yet, there is always a time when you have to come back.

The return… ah, the return.
It's this strange mixture of familiarity and strangeness.
See the streets you know by heart again, but with eyes that no longer see the same.
Hearing your mother tongue everywhere, yet finding yourself saying “sorry” instead of “pardon”.

It's called post-travel syndrome: a bittersweet blues that makes you want to leave as soon as you arrive.

You are often asked:
“But what exactly are you looking for when you travel all the time?”
And you answer laughing:
“I don’t seek, I find… and I lose… and I find again.”

Because traveling is living several lives in one.
Change of schedules, customs, cuisine... and sometimes even identity.
You love the feeling of being a stranger everywhere, free to start all over again without anyone knowing your past.

And then… maybe deep down, you're scared.
Fear of really settling down, fear that everyday life will become too heavy.
So you fill your diary with plane dates and your heart with stories of passing.

And as long as there's a plane ticket somewhere in the world, you'll know you're not done leaving.