No More #Wanderlust: Why My Obsession with Travel Became a Bad Trip

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No More #Wanderlust: Why My Obsession with Travel Became a Bad Trip

Illustration: Sushant Ahire

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n the early 2010s a Epicurean travel fantasy emerged – a girl with messy hair, an intense sunburn, and a dirty backpack. The one who has chosen a nomadic life of uncertainty, and sent a giant fuck you in the face of convention. For a whole decade of my life, I was that girl.

The first time I travelled by myself was on my 21st birthday. It was 2008 and #wanderlust hadn’t become a thing yet. That one-day trip to Pondicherry was then, a life-affirming journey. I realised the truth of my life – I wanted to be a traveller. It was perfect. I found #liberation and lots of cheap vodka.

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