I have the heart of a traveler.
I just love going to new places and exploring and basking in the beauty of things I've never seen before. I love the familiarity of walking through a place I've read about in books. I love feeling so alone and yet so connected to the whole world at exactly the same time. I love traveling.
It's strange, then, that the last time I really travelled (with the exception of a weekend trip here and there) was five years ago. Five. That's about one sixth of my life. It's been one sixth of a lifetime since I explored the world. But don't worry -- that story will soon change.
I'm going away. Soon. I will visit a good friend in a hot place and see his life. I can't even tell you how excited I am about this. I've packed my belongings into a small carry-on suitcase. I've bought travel insurance. I've painted my toenails. My stuff is sitting at the door all ready to go, and I'm certain there's no way I'll be able to sleep tonight.
It's worth it. The plane ride may be expensive, it may rain the whole time I'm there, but to sit here right now, having this feeling that I'm having... Oh yes, it's worth it.
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