One of the greatest, and sometimes
weirdest, aspects of travel can be the people that we meet. Magic can really
happen when happenstance takes over and random and fortuitous encounters occur.
The meeting of strangers can often, somewhat counterintuitively, eliminate the
strangeness of a new place.
I have depression. I've been "dealing" with it for about 6 years now. It's hard. It sucks. It's miserable. It hurts people close to me. In short, it's a big bummer that I'd really rather do without.