traveling is a brutality.
it forces you to trust strangers and to lose sigh of all that familiar comfort
of home and friends.
you are constantly off balance.
nothing is yours except the essential things
- air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky -
all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
i can't wait to experience this freedom.
what you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do
especially in other people's minds.
when you're traveling,
you are what you are right there and then.
people don't have your past to hold against you.
no yesterdays on the road.
"i was thinking about you.
i was going to let you know that in the most dysfunctional way,
i realized i love you in some fashion.
not head over heels, or anything marital status,
but i would do anything for you.
and think about quite a bit,
so in some way, you should know i have love for you."
it doesn't have to be all or nothing.
later mission beach. see you in january!
five days until espana.
i am so ready.
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