6 months into traveling non-stop and ish gets real. People are dropping out, you are comparing experiences in one country/continent to another, and the people, culture, and living conditions from one place to the next are drastically different. At first you love the stark contrast and then, for some unknown reason, you are overwhelmed with strong disdain for all things *insert preferred country here*. From there, internal conflict sets in as a spiraling train of runaway thoughts floods your mind. Do I even like it here? Do I keep going? Should I just go back to Asia? I know fasho I ain’t going back to the States. Where do I belong?