April 2012
30 posts
“I miss traveling. I miss waking up in new places with nothing to do but see taste touch feel run laugh. I miss sitting down to lunch and getting up at dinner time. I miss speaking to people who can’t understand me. I miss listening to languages I cannot even begin to comprehend. I miss walking by rivers and watching sunsets and climbing stairs and drinking wine and eating too much gelati. I miss getting lost and not needing to worry about being found. I miss staying up too late and waking up too early and trains that take forever and hidden hostels and useless maps. I miss not caring about what I’m wearing, or whether I have make-up on. I miss being so far away from everything I can see it all with breathtaking clarity. But, in the end, how would I know how to love those things if I had them all the time? The thing that makes them wonderful is their scarcity. I would not want to have them all the time; to have them become mundane or banal or taken for granted. As someone once said to me, we all need a dream in our pocket. Missing it only makes my plans hopes dreams that much sweeter.”
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