I am dying to be back on a travel, with my backpack on my shoulders and my thoughts in my head.
I miss it so much that I feel like dying, with my heart heavy and my feet itchy!
I want to leave, to go, to meet, to do, to know, to dance, to discover, to LIVE.
Because travelling is living. Living experiences, living cultures, living hardship, living happiness. LIVING. and LEAVING. Again and again. Knowing that you'll always find a friend, in every corner of the world. Old ones, or new ones, it doesn't matter. When you travel, time is different. Especially when you far from home, far from everything that is like you, or similar to you. May be this is the main reason why I love Asia. Because every connection you make there is special. You are alone. But at the same time you meet family in every new "foreigner" you meet. A day with him/her and it's like knowing each other forever. One ad
venture together and it's like... I don't know how to describe.
It's so easy to fall in love when you're travelling. With people, with places, with sounds, with smells.
These love stories are short-term, but something remains stuck in your heart, and it will keep trace of it forever.
But sometimes it also happens the contrary. That your heart gets stuck in what or who you've fallen in love with.
And that's a mess. A real mess! You feel like your heart is literally pulling to what it's longing for.
It's funny how strong a little organ can be, isn't it?
It's a real mess because you are not able to focus on things anymore. Of course you can, but your mind will neer be completely free anymore. It will always keep a space for that something or someone. Because of course heart and mind cooperate. Not always, but in this case they do! Thank you guys...!
So what you can do is saying OK, OK, I GOT IT.
And then you find yourself packing your stuff in a bag, booking a flight ticket and closing the door behind your back with a huge smile on your face.
Wait for me.
It might take a couple of months, but I'll be there.
I promise.
