When reality hits you after a trip I was getting tired of a nomadic life after many years then I went to burbs in Atlanta to settle down a bit from Mexico, after a month, holyyyy sh***t, reality hits me so badly, I was driving a car to buy bread, not being able to meet new people, 8 pieces sushi + miso was like $32, no real party or dating scene, no street food, generally expensive, people don't understand you 😂 I am back in Colombia. I think I ain't settling 😂 3-6 months per country is ideal.
Can you feel me? What was your moment of truth? 😂🙏