Small dots in a huge world

Thinking about how big this world is. And how small I actually am.

When you travel, you expand your horizons.

But when you travel more, you realise something else. You feel smaller and smaller.

When I was little, living in a small village in Romania, I thought the world was my backyard.

My friends were my family - parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, uncles and cousins.

I used to spend my time doing mostly the same things every day. I never moved more than a square mile.

When you grow up, things change. You move places. You start working. You develop yourself.

If you are travelling, things change even more.

I remember the first time I left my home country. I was amazed. Everything was different. I wanted to absorb every new piece of information. I paid attention to every detail - every second was important.

Now, here I am.

I am getting ready to fly again to another continent, thousands of miles from the village where I spent my childhood.

Thinking about how big this world is. And how small I actually am.