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.
I have accepted that these are my selfish years and with nothing holding me back, it is the time to explore.
Challenging yourself is not always easy. What is easy is slipping into a routine that allows you to be lackadaisical in your pursuits.
If life’s all about balance, then the highs have to be balanced out by the lows.
I am already in a committed relationship with wanderlust.
Constantly having a heightened awareness can be uncomfortable, and a lot of times it’s exhausting, but it opens up a new path of perception.
To live a life filled with things that I miss. To give myself permission to be both happy and sad at the same time. Melancholy is freedom. Happiness all the time is prison.
It’s not where you go, its what you come back with.
You wake up and you go to sleep and everything in between resembles the day before. It’s not boring, exactly. But it’s safe.