I’ll be the first to admit the nomad lifestyle isn’t for me.
I like my home. I like my cats. I like my stuff. I like my books. I like my bed.
Every year, life goes faster. Minutes melt into days into years in the blink of an eye.
Right now I’m looking at the calendar and thinking “Didn’t June just start?”
It did, of course. 2016 just started too.
I’m desperate to slow things down, to grab any sort of hand or foothold where I can say “ah, yes. In 2016 this happened.”
Travel is medication for me. I don’t really long for it, but when I take it, life changes. My brain has new things to process and see and enjoy.
And I soak it all in… ahhhh.
(And if I can drop the intellectual writer vibe for a second — LUNA LOVEGOOD ❤❤❤❤)
Thanks for giving me the chance to expand on this (and fangirl out)