Traveling
Tuesday, February 11, 2014 @ 6:17 PM
I don't want to travel anymore. I
need to.
NEED.
So much freedom, all worries pushed to the back of my mind and just exploring for the sake of it. Getting lost in a foreign land and trying to navigate through it. Walking till my calves hurt and my feet bleed with blisters and until I can't even walk straight but just moving on because I'm already there. Breathing in better air, cleaner air, fresher air, worse air, the same air, yet so different. Seeing the skies so blue, cloudy and cloudless, sometimes with the sun and sometimes without, at times a slight drizzle at others a downpour and most of the time so damn sunny regardless of how the weather really is, because the sunny I see and feel is from within. From knowing I'm somewhere new, from knowing I'm just another face in a sea of people where I won't see anyone I remotely know, from knowing it's almost like a fresh start. From knowing all the adventures that await, even though all I have planned was to sit somewhere and do nothing for the rest of the day. From knowing that I'm going to be happier just taking it all in.
I crave this feeling. I can't put it in words that accurately describe it. I just know that traveling, being out of the country (vacation or not) gives me such immense happiness. I may be alone, I may be with a friend, or two, or more. I may be with family, I may be with strangers. But I'm still in a foreign land, and that's all that matters.
But it scares me too. Not much of my safety but of all the unknowns. The directional unknown and just being so unfamiliar with everything. Yet I like it so much at the same time.
Whatever it takes. This is my lifelong dream.