It’s hard not to take travel for granted. It’s as though I forget I am here, on the other side of the world living new experiences on a daily basis. I have begun walking through each day as though this is the norm, forgetting to breathe in every sight and sound and impress them into my permanent memory. Constantly yearning for people, places and memories past and forever trying to ground myself in the present, aware that this soon too will be a moment remembered with a nostalgic aching.
Every now and again something will arise that knocks me off my feet in bewildered astoundment. I am here. I am insignificant and tiny on this thing we call our world and I am living my dream. Here in the now. Every second of every day.
And I love it.
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