I saw this at the Asian Civilization Museum in Singapore:
I sat there for a few moments, thinking about what this meant. Why do people like me, travelers, choose to be so far away from the people they love, first and foremost, our families? It seems like a cruel way to pay back those who helped raise us, helped us become the people we are today.
I rarely meet other travelers who keep in touch with their family as well as I do. Part of that is natural - I'm closer to my parents than most peopl
