This is the love letter to travel I wish I could have written 💜 I teared up listening. I've always loved to travel, to breathe the air of unfamiliar places, to feel uncharted ground beneath my boots. I used to feel calmest and happiest in airports and train stations. All that changed when I became chronically ill and was forced into the…
This is the love letter to travel I wish I could have written 💜 I teared up listening. I've always loved to travel, to breathe the air of unfamiliar places, to feel uncharted ground beneath my boots. I used to feel calmest and happiest in airports and train stations. All that changed when I became chronically ill and was forced into the quiet life of watching the seasons through my bedroom window and tracking shadows on the wall as each day passes. There is beauty to be found in the quiet & still life, truly there is so much goodness in it, if you have eyes to see. But i've found there is ache too, at least for me, a deep ache for all that lies beyond the window pane, out in the wide world. For now, my inner wanderer must find contentment with remembering past adventures (thankfully there are many to recall), and of course adventuring vicariously through others!
Ahh here's to the tears, and let's just say we co-wrote it then? These thoughts are your thoughts too, we share them, they are ours. I so very hope that you find the road again, and that your aches soothe to the point of releasing you into the wild.
This is the love letter to travel I wish I could have written 💜 I teared up listening. I've always loved to travel, to breathe the air of unfamiliar places, to feel uncharted ground beneath my boots. I used to feel calmest and happiest in airports and train stations. All that changed when I became chronically ill and was forced into the quiet life of watching the seasons through my bedroom window and tracking shadows on the wall as each day passes. There is beauty to be found in the quiet & still life, truly there is so much goodness in it, if you have eyes to see. But i've found there is ache too, at least for me, a deep ache for all that lies beyond the window pane, out in the wide world. For now, my inner wanderer must find contentment with remembering past adventures (thankfully there are many to recall), and of course adventuring vicariously through others!
Ahh here's to the tears, and let's just say we co-wrote it then? These thoughts are your thoughts too, we share them, they are ours. I so very hope that you find the road again, and that your aches soothe to the point of releasing you into the wild.