Wanderlust, My Way

He’s the planner. The one with tabs open, guides downloaded, maps marked with stars.
And me? I just throw in a couple of outfits, my camera, water bottle… and I’m ready.

We land in a new country, and I feel alive.
The streets hum with stories. I walk them slowly, stopping at every corner with a curious heart.
I love learning what once stood here, what still remains, what time tried to erase.
Old palaces, crumbling forts, whispered legends from locals—I soak it all in.

Food becomes a memory.
Even though I’m vegetarian by choice, something about steaming hot chicken dumplings in a tucked-away alley makes me forget.
Every place has a flavor, and I want to taste it all.

By evening, I crave the calm of a beautiful hotel room.
Hot showers, plush sheets, and those little soaps I’ll probably pack and never use.

Then it’s time to shop, obviously. 

Local crafts, bright bags, things I don’t need but absolutely must have.

This is how we travel, 

He gives me the path.
I lose myself in it.
And together, we collect the world—one moment at a time.