A friend asked if I wanted to go to New Zealand again. I paused, surprised by how calm I felt.
The landscapes are still breathtaking. I remember Queenstown— mountains unfolding four seasons within a single drive, snow and green colliding in silence.
But what stayed with me wasn’t just the scenery.
It was the feeling of being inside the picture, not observing it.
No noise. No rush. Just me, existing where I stood.
I realized I didn’t love traveling itself. I loved the moment when the world and I stopped being separate.
Now I know— that place can be anywhere.
When I truly arrive, I am no longer looking at the view.