story of a nomadic traveller | a first love

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I was nineteen the first time I took to the road with a backpack full of books, second-hand clothes found in dusty charity shops—a distant fear I might not come back shoved to a subconscious corner of the mind. The emotions I felt at the time were a mixture of numbness caused from substance abuse and social apathy and a burning desire to experience some…