Reminiscing on the time when I wandered around the airport terminal and felt a strange yet subtle ease. There’s nothing like traveling all by yourself when you feel like you’ve lost yourself. Or feel like you’re on this search of finding who you really are. My soul search is never ending. I find meaning in every little thing. Flying on my own had this huge impact on me. Especially when flying was my way of escaping my troubles. I felt refreshed. It’s great memories to look back on but I’m in desperate need for it once again. I’m longing for the opportunity to pack my bags and explore some more. I need a change of scenery, a change of my norm. I’ve lived in the same area for 22 years of my life. I think it’s time for change. With my cramped living situation I deserve some time for myself away from my family just so our bond could hopefully improve. Booking last minute flights is so meaningful to me because of how unpredictable it is. I live for unpredictable moments. Need to book a last minute trip again.
Actually it’s come across my mind a couple of times. I would love to start on that journey and see where it goes, but I can’t promise anything as of yet.