Continually shaping and shedding unwanted layers of self and each time honing more into me – this wanderlust soul.
All I saw was passion and adventure.
When you look at it from a wider perspective, the term wanderlust has slowly lost its meaning. Its value is nearly gone. If you look at it with a different lens, you’ll likely realize that your week by the pool in your designer bikini wasn’t wanderlust…it was a vacation.
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.
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.