there’s always a sense of chaos that accompanies travel. the anxiety that arises from the lack of familiarity is something that has grown to be a necessity, one that fuels creativity, confidence and passion.
there are memories that at the surface just appear to be nostalgic stories told, but when you look a bit deeper are actually the roots that ground the people that they’ve been built for.
i think people often feel that you have to be young, carefree or careless to travel, explore or make life defining decisions. that you must have money or a partner in crime to explore. i think, you just simply need to be courageous.
i came to realize that things, even relationships were not what filled me up the most. what i am living for is experiences. this, above all things, has made me feel alive. there’s no wrong way of living other than unhappily, for me chasing experiences brings this to life.