Try it: in a moment of loneliness, exhale, sit back, and stop fighting.
It’s learning every day that you can survive anywhere, but you can only truly live at home.
When you’re homesick for a person, you cannot find where you belong unless it’s with one another, making a dwelling in one another’s hearts, one another’s souls.
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.