I brought my Polaroid camera on tour and came home with a decent stack of photos to remind me of all the places I'll return to someday and build less frantic memories of.
I used to think it was silly to go off visiting a country I'd already been to before, but after scanning in all these wonderful memories I realized what a special place Thailand has in my heart.
I spent an entire day adventuring around La Ville Lumière with Sabrina and Vinny last year; dropping our jaws when things worked out better than we expected, and laughing a whole bunch when things went completely wrong.
I dream of going back someday; to walk in the endless sun, graze my fingertips across olive branches and wake up in a damp cave, ready for another day in Atlantis.
Tucked away in the deep pockets of the Pacific Northwest lie the San Juan Islands, a place that will stay with you forever even after the briefest of visits.
This time last year I was sitting in an airport in Chiang Mai, getting ready to board a plane to Cambodia. It wasn't my first time in Southeast Asia, but it's been hard to write about nonetheless.