I didn't dread returning. Perhaps because it was good enough. It was satisfying. It fed my soul. I understood that I had achieved what I wanted. It doesn't matter how many famous attractions I've been to, what matters is my main purpose to immerse in their culture and lifestyle. I'm not there to be a tourist.

Some people would try to tell me about the nicest locations they've been there, and indirectly hinting me that I should have went the same way. But hell no. Either way, I can't blame them. They don't know me. We lived our life in a different way. We came from different backgrounds. And most importantly, we held different objectives.

Now that it's over.... I need to have my next motivation.