by AJ
Not sure what's wrong with me. In many respects, I never grow up.
This is certainly true in regards to travel. I still feel a thrill before every journey,... even the one week visa run Im about to make. The moment I step into a train station or airport, my mood lifts.
I love the break in routine.... and the promise of the unexpected.
And I love movement......
"Going from, towards".... that's what much of life is about (Thoreau).
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