However, it seems this emptiness cannot be filled by travel; it feels like it was always emptied out by travel. Even though I have no appetite these days, once I start eating, I consume a considerable amount—I suppose it is due to stress. I also drink beer surprisingly well, just like those male friends who used to be a few years older than me. But this isn't stress-related... I feel like I should look inward when things go dark, but somehow I find myself paying more attention to other people's affairs. The start of a bad cycle. It was like this when I was young, too. Still, back then, I read a lot of posts from friends, people I knew only by face and name, and people I didn't know either, rather than on Instagram. Since there are hardly any blogs like that these days, I am cherishing the few blogs that remain. I am grateful to those who, despite posting stopping in 2012, remembered to create a blog and didn't close it for whatever reason. I have been consumed by a sense of uselessness for the past few days, but never mind that. I just hope that my blog serves that purpose for someone else. 
Since it’s not a sudden trip, I thought we could at least look at some travel photos together, but uploading photos to my blog is really. So. A hassle. I need to fix this soon.