There was a time when I used to love to travel alone. Throwing myself into a new adventure without knowing how it will be like. Being somewhere so faraway that my mundane problems seemed so small (not the ones in my head though but even those seem to be more silent when put into perspective) and life back home having more perspective upon returning.

But now, only two weeks to go until winter holidays, I felt stuck.

Everyday we hear people talking to and about other people, how they think they should handle a situation, what they think would be best, well meant advice but based on little background information and very much tainted with their own view on life.