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.
When you are so used to being with someone and being a part of a duo and you are suddenly left all alone, you need time to reconnect with yourself.
But today is today. You’re beginning to wake up.
You’ll be forced out of your comfort zone.
Although I’m usually driven by a burst of energy and excitement when I decide to start over in a new place, I also enter a state of mourning for the old life I’m leaving behind, which in turn becomes a self-driven guilt trip for my own miseries.
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.