was going through my camera roll today aand found a bunch of photos from that trip 🤍

i remember being so scared to ride one of these the first few days. everyone around me was just going, like it was nothing, aand i stood there convincing myself i was gonna crash in the first five minutes lol

took me almost a week to actually try. and then i didnt stop, i was out every single day after that

i think thats the part i miss the most honestly. not the beaches or the food, just the feeling of doing something that scared me and realizing it wasnt that scary at all 🥹

its kinda funny bc thats basically what this whole page has been for me too. everything felt too big before i did it, and then i did it and the world kept spinning normally

still waiting to feel like a brave person. maybe thats not how it works, maybe u just keep doing the scary thing until it stops being one

anyway. i wanna go back so bad ngl 🤍
whats a place u think about more than u expected to ??