butterflies in my stomach. i've butterflies in my stomach. its not as if i'm not accustomed to it. my leaving for weeks, months even has never been an anomaly. and yet. without fail. every single time i prepare to set off for a journey. no matter how long. how short. how near. how far. i would feel an anxiety sweep over me. as if it were the first. again.
perhaps it is the anticipation of discovering something new. perhaps it is the discomfort of leaving a sanctuary of comfort. perhaps it is a fear of an unknown. an unfamiliar. perhaps.
Phnom Penh....will not be just another stamp on the pages that infiltrates boundaries...a record of journeys.
Phnom Pehn....will surely carve its own place within the walls of my heart.
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