I enjoyed this book, especially because Elizabeth starts her journey at 31 and finishes it at 35. Being 32 made parts of her story feel more relatable.

I loved traveling through Italy, India, and Bali with her. Each destination was vividly described, and you could really feel how each place shaped a different part of her journey. her writing made me feel like I was discovering those places alongside her.

What stayed with me the most, though, wasn’t the romance or the spirituality, it was the privilege behind this kind of journey. Books like this remind me that the freedom to leave everything behind, travel across continents, and “find yourself” is a luxury that many people simply don’t have.

For those of us with weak passports, crossing borders isn’t a spontaneous decision. It’s endless paperwork, visa applications, proving our financial stability, and somehow convincing strangers that we’re “good enough” to be allowed in. We often get to experience these journeys only through books, not in real life.

That realization made this memoir both inspiring and a little heartbreaking.