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Chasing dreams in Airports

Just your average girl that has come to terms with my one Big love, the world. Looking for something, running towards greatness, feeling free and alive.

While I meet friends and life continues I find myself laughing at what foreigners do, and saying “why the hell did I think that was a good idea?” I have explored, eaten food that is unrecognizable, met people and lovers from all walks of life, travel with strangers, hitch hiked once or twice, studied yoga with a master guru in a fishing village, sailed the Mediterranean on a sail boat with three families and I am no where close to being finished.

Traveling is like an itch that I urn to scratch, despite the challenges and adversities its like a lover that gives you problems but you keep going back because it’s trilling and fun. The love of the chase. Some people ask me “what are you running from?” It is not what I am running from it is what I am running to become, the great unknown. I am not sure where I am going but I know exactly where I have been and this is my tale of a journey of a quest to love, explore, heal, know myself, become independent and find my way to my biggest hopes and dreams. The world is my lover, and I run to it with open arms. It reciprocates my love equally giving me true wonders in culture, nature and people.

“I’m bored, restless, a relentless urge takes over my body, and my heart beat races and adrenalin pumps through my veins like morphine. Numbing. I can not decide, struggle between what society and culture says I should be doing and my own destiny. I am fighting a holly war with myself. Why am I staying in this, why does it never seize fire. I am plagued with what lies beyond the horizon. Visions of the Mediterranean and villas are in my dreams”

I write this in my journal a few months earlier