But today is today. You’re beginning to wake up.
You’ll be forced out of your comfort zone.
The real key to travel is much simpler than that. Simple, yet one hell of a challenge.
The butterflies that I get in my stomach when I wake up in a new city are the same butterflies I used to get when I would see you enter a room.
Growing up in America, I would always hear that the hardest thing to be is Black and that I would have to work 2x as hard if not harder, just to be on the same level as my white counterparts.…
I’ve never been the one to leave. I haven’t mastered the art of goodbyes.
Maybe ‘home’ is not about where you are, but about how you feel. The way you find yourself belonging to a person or place, simply because it’s where your heart has decided to rest.
I can honestly say I’ve never felt more comfortable in my skin before. In part because of how I’ve grown as a person here; the insecurities, fears, and anxieties I’ve let go of.
Don’t expect to have a love affair with every city, town, and village you step foot in. There will be times you want to leave, but you don’t want to want to leave.
It’s hard to deny that living in another country changes you.