Nothing stays the same, everything changes. Yet it still feels familiar. Home…
I needed this visit to Tacloban. Despite the distance and time, I will always be connected to this city. This is the one place I can say that I belong, even though it’s unrecognizable to me now. This is the one place I can never truly say goodbye. It is strange, the feeling that you will always be part of a place regardless the distance one has traveled.

Many of us travel at some time in our lives, whether for migration, asylum, tourism, visiting relatives, work or school, or any number of other reasons.

What we encounter often differs from what we expected in ways that shift our perspectives on ourselves, other people, or places where we once lived. This week, we’ll look at some personal reflections on travel.



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