I am waiting to return home from a few days away on the other side of the UK, backpacking. It had been a wonderful routine of constant walking, drabs and smelly hostels, punishing early morning and very late nights. Of long train journeys, short yet frantic flights and bad fast food. Of throat drying air conditioners and bone-chilling winds. But in the middle of it all, I found comfort. Comfort of knowing who really I am. by sepuy // via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/XsJBgDBQoY/

I am waiting to return home from a few days away on the other side of the UK, backpacking. It had been a wonderful routine of constant walking, drabs and smelly hostels, punishing early morning and very late nights. Of long train journeys, short yet frantic flights and bad fast food. Of throat drying air conditioners and bone-chilling winds. But in the middle of it all, I found comfort. Comfort of knowing who really I am. by sepuy // via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/XsJBgDBQoY/