I woke early, the sky barely stirring, and quietly left my accommodation. This part wasn’t exciting—it was heavy. Taiwan has always felt like more than a destination; it’s been a balm, a muse, and a second home. And as I stepped onto the still-sleepy streets outside Taipei Main Station, I felt that familiar ache. The kind you get when leaving a place that knows you better than it should.

I boarded the Airport MRT, watching Taipei’s skyline blur past in morning light. I wanted to pause everything. I found myself whispering to time, “Can we not rush this moment? ”

At Taoyuan International Airport, it all felt too familiar. Check-in, immigration, final security checks—it was like muscle memory. But at the boarding gate, nostalgia hit again. Yes, I missed home. But no, I wasn’t ready to leave. Not yet.

✈️ Back to Manila, with a Fuller Heart

Our flight was delayed twenty minutes due to air traffic. It gave me one last pause before the goodbye. When I finally landed in Manila, I realized something remarkable: this was one of my shortest international trips—and yet it left one of the deepest imprints.

This backpacking trip, spontaneous and minimalist, reminded me that you don’t need an overflowing itinerary or multiple bags to create lasting memories. One backpack, three days, and a whole lot of heart—that’s all it took. The freedom of traveling light opened up space for clarity, reflection, and joy in every step.

💙 Until the Next Journey

Taiwan holds a piece of me. The places I visited. The people I met. The street food, the sunsets, the whispered temple prayers. All of it now lives inside the folds of memory that I’ll carry forever.

This trip taught me that goodbyes don’t have to be sad—they can be gentle promises to return. I didn’t say farewell. I simply said, “See you again, Taiwan. And I will.”