How to travel light when everything you own is heavy
Some esoterical musings on a travellers life.
A place doesn’t make a person, a person makes a place.
Nothing is too much trouble. Hitch a ride in a subway station? No problem. Thirty-six hour stop over? Chance for a holiday within a holiday.
Selfies aren’t supposed to be fabulous. Self portraits are. Your life’s not a highlight reel or a movie trailer. The best, most beautiful bits aren’t all there is and all those bits in between, they are magical and compelling.
Home is a holiday. A real kitchen and a recipe book? A hammock? A pool? How is this not a 5 star resort?
Lost is a state of mind. Because the opposite of lost when travelling is not found but wonderment.
There’s never enough time to be everywhere you want to be, but there’s always enough time to be right here in this moment.
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