Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

My furthest destination from home was England, specifically the town of London. I can’t remember the exact year, 2015 or 2016. I stayed in Cambridge because I visited a cousin of mine there.

To tell the truth, the Gothic architectural style around the campus is imposing; nevertheless, living constantly around such a flair isn’t really my thing. It was somehow gloomy, possibly due to the weather, which was March when I was there. England in March is somewhat risky, considering the weather. However, except for the green scenery, I’ve never seen such intense green, which struck me very much.

Out of question, I was excited about London. I liked everything there, from the architecture to the sightseeing, the people.  Except for the Underground, the platforms are very narrow, but that’s understandable given it’s the oldest Underground in Europe.

I could live in London, for writers and artists, it’s undoubtedly a great place to live. There are so many different cultures immersed in one big town, which gives you the chance to be more easily involved with other languages, traditions, and customs. That’s the reason I was so delighted with London.

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