When I call a place or a house home, I might expect them to remain the same as to when I left them. When I call a bunch of people home, I might expect their attitudes toward me to stay the same. The fact is, as much as I wanted to, they will never remain the same
Like a bird born in cage believing that flying is bad, a person born and grew up with given idea will believe that it is the only true idea. Traveling to places where I became part of its minority challenged me to re-question and redefine what constitutes to true and ‘truth.’
One of the reasons I enjoyed traveling solo is to meet strangers. Not only to learn about their life but also to re-learn about mine.