Why is that every time you travel to a new destination, you feel like a completely new person? The clothes that were buried in your closet will all of the sudden come to life? The braver you will appear out of nowhere? Or is that the REAL you?
I wonder why so many people love feeling anonymous in a new city. Is that because nobody knows you there, because you can be more "adventurous"? Maybe. To me, the sensation of exploring a new city, new place, excites me and with that excitement comes a new persona that catches a sight of the light in a whole new way. It makes me scream: "Bring it on!" And with that, the bashfulness disappears, prejudices vanish and another layer of myself opens up to a new beginning, to a more indisputable me.
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