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My name is Lizbeth. Grab a panda and join me as I leave Las Vegas in pursuit of adventure in China's tea houses, classrooms, dirt roads, and industrial cities. I shoot with a Nikon D3100 and am sharing my journey through it's lens.
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Returning
There is a strange atmosphere to coming home when one has been away, a sliver of a moment’s doubt, as if one might be a doppelgänger crossing over from another universe, unaware save but for the shadow of displaced symmetry.
This. *head nod*
My travel journal is usually always with me. I’m not one to sit down at the end of a day and detail the way each day transpired, I’m not good at that. I write when the moment strikes me. I write about sounds, smells, people, quotes, moments I want to keep and share or maybe not share. I write to remember. I write to learn. I write because sometimes it’s good to express raw frustrations or passions to the non-judging ears of a blank page.
Whether it’s the sound of frantic typing followed by backspaces and pauses… or the sound of your hand brushing against the page as your pen meets paper, I think every traveler needs a journal.
There’s the English word wanderlust, but fernweh is more than “a strong impulse to wander”. It’s that, and being homesick for places you have never been; needing to go to new places, to travel.
