Just like in a relationship, you find yourself in the “honeymoon stage” of a new country within the first couple months…that is until your unfolded the little blemishes and “not so enjoyable” parts that have yet become so obvious.
It’s impossible to get rid of the travel bug once you start. You realize how big the world is and how many places you must see before you die. Like any addiction, it is difficult to overcome.
For all you dreamers, believers, and doers, home will always be there. Your dreams will not.
Someone else is sleeping in my bedroom now
their weight leaving prints in the sheets
the way bodies form small sweat colonies on a mattress
the way breath fills up the rooms with fog in winter.
For the man who loves me enough to urge me to leave, step by step with a knot in my throat and tears streaming down my cheeks, onto the next adventure.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I do not miss home.
Traveling in your 20s teaches you to find an inner peace within yourself, that actually you don’t need a home within somebody else but you.
With travel you have to accept that your life will never be whole again, because you will always leave pieces of your heart everywhere you go.
Somewhere in between here and there is the last three years of my life, and in between now and the next three are the choices I’ll make once I finish this tea. And that’s terrifying.
Everyone knows everyone. It is truly the worst. With that being said, what’s the best part about living in a small town? The fact that everyone knows everyone.