When I think back on the girl in the cubicle, the one who was told that she couldn’t ever be happy anywhere if she couldn’t be happy with that life she held back then, I’m so glad that she took a leap of faith and didn’t listen to the naysayers.
Catalog
Kristin Addis
They say all it takes to ruin a place is one bad egg, but I think the opposite. All it took to restore my faith... was one random act of kindness.
I always have an open heart and, it makes me both a lover and a habitual hurter. It’s the name of the game we travelers play, and I don’t know how to play it any other way, mistakes and all.
You probably had no idea your friendship is exactly what the doctor ordered.
Most people know the feeling of déjà vu. It’s when you can’t quite place it, but you know you’ve felt exactly that way before in another time and another place. There’s an opposite to this feeling called jamais vu. It’s when you go back to the same place but nothing about it is familiar, and you…
Sometimes, something magical happens when you travel: you remember exactly why you’re doing it, and you’re so happy and present in that moment. Sometimes it’s the people you meet; sometimes it’s the places you’re at.
Sometimes, something happens that jolts you to reality and causes you to reevaluate what’s important in life and what you really want out of it.
I won’t let my scars keep me from living openly and spontaneously. It’ll just take some time to get there, and that’s okay.
The past is okay with me. Everything that brought me to this point is just fine. All of the things that felt so good and so horrible in the moment led me to this point, and it’s all a learning experience anyways, isn’t it?
When the travel does eventually end, as it will for all of us, what will we be left with? This question terrifies me every time I try to confront it.
I’ll wear this place like a thumbprint on my heart forever. It has changed me for the better.
I’m kind of shocked at how little I really need to be happy. Is this what traveling does to people? I think so.
Out of fear, I held onto what was easy and familiar for years even though it was at odds with what my soul longed to do – I wanted to be free.
You see, the lovely thing about you is the person who you are right here, without the pressures of real life and the stress of where the next paycheck will come from.
You see, I could love you, but I love the road, too.
We skirt the issue of tomorrow and with every passing day, when each sunset lights up the sky, we pretend that the shelf life this has doesn’t exist.
Once that pain is engrained, we do everything we can to avoid it again. Don’t get in too deep.
If we end it right in the throes of infatuation, remembering it only for the nights entangled in romance and lust, before there could be any complications or hurt pride, then we’ll both be safe.
I might know that you love Metallica thanks to Spotify but I may never know your Sunday morning routine.