Travel is blurry memories, eager eyes, dizzy feet and foreign streets.
It’s small talk that turns into pillow talk. One more bite, one more scenery,
one more… It’s always gone too soon. It’s stumbling home at sunrise and rolling
out of bed at sunset, dinner at midnight and breakfast at noon. It’s “I’ve got
no plans for the day” turning into “I just had the best day”. It’s waking up
every morning always on the verge of getting sick, but never feeling more
alive.
Travel is living a lifetime each week. It’s an empty calendar full of
memories. It’s walking into a room full of strangers and leaving with new best
friends. Travel is “we’ve been talking for the last hour but I never got your
name”. Travel is “I wish I met you earlier”. Travel is ditching the real world
to see the real world. It’s daydreams and safaris, coconut and palm trees, city
scenes and cobblestone streets. It’s the train that won’t stop, the bus that
left too soon, the flight you won’t make.
Travel is leaving pieces of you in one city only to look for the
missing parts in the next. It’s high fives and silly grins, ripped jeans and dirty
t-shirts, empty wallets and sore throats. It’s when nothing reminds you of
home. It’s when everything reminds you of home.
Travel is forgetting where home actually is.
Travel is wanting to stay but needing to go.