I've never really took regrets for travelling. Only for not travelling. I can't be the only one who sometimes has panic attacks because I feel like my roots are too deep and I must leave this very instant or I never will.
There’s just something about being broke in a new city. Not broke in the sense that bills are piling up and you’re worried, but broke in the sense that you don’t actually have any bills, you’re in a strange land, you have nowhere to be, nowhere to go, and nothing in your wallet.