Escaping and falling into an adventure does more than pen out an exciting chapter in your life story. It touches your very soul so profoundly that simple words are hard to justly express an emotion that can’t be defined, and a sensation that can’t easily be described.
Solo travel, encompassing terror and excitement to create a compelling and addicting surge of adrenaline, awakens a piece of your soul you were completely unaware lingered dormant. Suddenly, the only unfamiliarity in the new world around you isn’t the person who stepped off the plane, but on.
Your desire for an experience and curiosity for the underrated, lead you around every corner and down every narrow street–dirt, paved, and cobbled. The places you devoured only through glimpses of a photograph became background noise on your daily route to a great cup of coffee in your favorite part of the city where strangers became familiar faces and curious eyes became eagerly anticipated daily conversations.
Home took up roots when your heart never felt lighter than it did in the moment you stood on a mountain…a tower…a bridge…overlooking the city you never had enough 0f at the end of each day. The sun kissed the horizon as a wave of gold fell across the quieting streets, and you knew you were deeply changed.
Home was no longer a specific place, but a pure, euphoric sense of ease.