After 8,000 kilometres across Australia's most remote landscapes, I've discovered that choosing between kangaroo-filled beaches and European coffee culture might be the hardest travel decision I've ever faced.
After fleeing Budapest's fascist government and crossing Australia's Nullarbor Plain, I'm still no closer to figuring out where home is supposed to be or what I'm supposed to do with my life.
After buying an apartment in Budapest's Jewish Quarter that turned out to be a "renovator's delight" and renting another in the Palace District, I've learnt that home is whatever you can make work while plotting your escape.
From buying an unliveable Budapest apartment to saying goodbye to Paris forever, 2015 taught me that the most meaningful travel moments are often the ones that break your heart a little.