It’s so weird. That I know I can be home alone, feeling sad because of just everything. And suddenly in a bus feeling so happy about everything.
It sure has been a summer of getting to know myself, even better. A lot of question marks might have appeared, but in the end I just thankful. Traveling is, and will always be, the perfect way for me to release the free spirit in me. There’s nothing like the freedom of knowing, that you can go wherever you want, whenever you feel like it. And it’s even better when you have somewhere to go. As lonely as it gets on the road of freedom, and as paranoid as I am trusting people, some of them just are there for real. Weird. How everything can change, and then again stay the exact same way. Double-quoting John Green, “It’s a good life, but the world is not a wish-granting factory”. Just checked in to say that for a moment, I fell in love with life.