I'm getting anxious to go exploring again. I want to go somewhere new. Somewhere wild. I want to engage with cultures unlike any other. I want to meet new people and expand my mind.
I miss the hospitality and kindness of people I met on my travels, and in Bologna, when I studied abroad.
Today marks 6 months since I've been back from Italy, and to be frank... I don't feel quite whole yet. I know I should have fully transitioned by now, but it isn't so. I think I belong somewhere else.
Maybe I'm a wanderer. Maybe I'm not meant to stay in a place for long. Or maybe I found my place, and I need to return to it.
Certainty will never be present, but in the mean time, I can just try to figure out me, go with the flow, and let my feet take me where I need to be.
I miss the hospitality and kindness of people I met on my travels, and in Bologna, when I studied abroad.
Today marks 6 months since I've been back from Italy, and to be frank... I don't feel quite whole yet. I know I should have fully transitioned by now, but it isn't so. I think I belong somewhere else.
Maybe I'm a wanderer. Maybe I'm not meant to stay in a place for long. Or maybe I found my place, and I need to return to it.
Certainty will never be present, but in the mean time, I can just try to figure out me, go with the flow, and let my feet take me where I need to be.
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