It's so weird seeing how there are people on the other side of the world, living their day to day lives, who'll never know I exist, same as I never know they'll exist. Who's everyday is so different from mine; the streets they see everyday, the stores, the people, the scenery, and to them that's what they're use to, it's their home, while to me it seems so foreign, like how they'd feel seeing my own city.
It's such a wild thought, I wish human lifespans were longer so I could travel and meet all these places and its people.
Lovely thread, OP.
