"But if you would be my bluebird returning then I will be your evergreen standing tall on your horizon, guiding you home to me....You're my wanderer, little wanderer."
“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.”
"I'm just a traveller on this earth. Sure as my heart's behind the pocket of my shirt."
I keep an incredibly long playlist of songs I fall in love with that remind me of travel, make me want to travel, or make me completely content with the fact that I am a Grade A wanderer.
A pitcher of sangria after a day well spent. The sun is setting as the last rays stretch to the smallest reaches of the city. There is a slow beat in the background carrying hushed conversations in its melodic arms. "You are so loveable...."
....Maybe this is where I learn that I'm not broken; I am not weak. Maybe this is the best part of growing up--realizing, maybe, in everything that I thought had maimed me I came out stronger. Here, I'm relearning everything I thought I knew: what I had come to know about myself, my own path and where my piece fits into the world. High on life at our rooftop close to the sky- it's just a suitcase, a backpack, and now a very happy girl.