Travel bug...

There is something to be said about immersing yourself in a foreign culture.
In a place where nothing and no one makes sense to you, and yet it all just feels so right.

The sights and smells and sounds, the hustle bustle of daily life that carries on around you, oblivious to your candid intrusion. You're momentarily awkward eye, following their every move. Questioning the similarities and differences you may share.

There is a piece of you that craves whole heartedly to be a part of it, that's the piece you take home with you. The one that keeps the desire alive, that keeps you searching curiously - yet never fully quenching you're thirst for more.
The piece you leave behind is the you, you came with. In the hopes that perhaps you have given them a taste of yourself, and left a small but sizeable impression.

Enough so that one day your paths may cross again in that place that you call home, so that they too may share the same experience.