Backpacking across the world (or, at least, through a portion of it) is on a lot of people’s bucket lists.
Europe. Someone who is open-minded. You know they are your forever person if they respect your privacy and your individuality.
Find your passion, believe in yourself, and chase your dreams fearlessly.
It’s not where you go, its what you come back with.
I want to plant roots but I will do it gradually, I will do it for myself, and I will do it on my own terms.
You want to be home. “Home” is a feeling of belonging, of having your own little spot in the world.
And when we feel that life kind of finally belongs to us again, now that our children go to college or decided to take another year off to travel to other countries, now we just stay quiet on the porch of our house, watching the amazing twilight and we have plenty of time, so much plenty of time that we don’t need anymore.
But, most of all, I have learned that love has no language, and that the quicker humanity understands that, the quicker we will begin to understand each other.
And yet, New York, I love you. And I don’t mean that in the colloquial way, but in that ridiculous all-consuming inconvenient can’t live without you kind of way.