Everyone has their form of escapism, whether that be through literature, exercise, all of the cliché methods used that we convince ourselves to make us seem somewhat, well, anonymous. Anonymous to everyday life, maybe even anonymous to ourselves. I've found through the years of growing up lucky enough to visit some beautiful places, my form of escapism is through travel. The bitter sweetness that it may be the most extraordinary and enticing place you've ever seen, and will only ever see once. Somewhere you can reinvent yourself day after day, wake up a new you, visit an old you, a you that hasn't made an appearance yet. Just somewhere unique, somewhere where you discovered beauty, and maybe even beauty within yourself.