reviews_womenandwordsTravelling, for me, had been the thing I forever dreamed of but was always out of my reach. And then, mind made up, my belongings were condensed into a backpack (and a carton filled with things left in my mother’s house I now no longer remember but seemed important at the time), and the world lay spread beneath my feet. Clutching a one-way ticket across the world, I sat on a flight that took off at sunrise-disgustingly poetic-and watched colours streak over the sky as my country was left behind. I was thirsty to experience what was out there, a notebook in the prize location in the front pocket of my backpack… >> Full story at Women and Words

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