The feeling of coming home after a long trip is weird. You’re happy and sad at the same time. You can’t wait to get back into a routine, but you’re also dreading it.
In my free time, while I sit in the desk chair in my bedroom, I fill my brain with words that only build on my desires to be sitting on a plane instead.
Traveling teaches you that you do not need much to have fun.
We’re not doing it because we’re forced to but because we deeply love each other. That’s a beautiful thing despite the ugly truth.
I didn’t understand how I could feel like both an insider and outsider. I didn’t understand how I could fit in everywhere seamlessly, yet at the same time, nowhere at all.
Travel might rough you up but it always promises to love you afterwards.
Challenging yourself is not always easy. What is easy is slipping into a routine that allows you to be lackadaisical in your pursuits.
Home isn’t another person.
If life’s all about balance, then the highs have to be balanced out by the lows.
The world is not as bad and scary as the news makes it out to be.