I'm starting to get that itch again to just take off somewhere and see what's out there.i really miss traveling. The contolled chaos of it all, the uncertainty of not knowing if a bus or boat is running on time. will I make it or not?? eventually everything works out for the better and you end up somewhere different from where you started, but thats the point, isn't it? Ending up circled around a bonfire on a beach, under skies not visable from home, halfway around the world, with fellow travelers each with their own story, from all corners of the world. yet at that moment, we all ended up at the same place in our large universe.
