Maybe there always has to be a little bit of death along the journey of living fully…

It took me a long time to accept (ok still working on it…) that I was a ‘traveling homebody’ and that wanting to explore and nest, leave and return was all ok. I used to tell people at home all the time that ‘this’ time would be the last travel and that I would eventually get myself physically rooted with a house or a job…leaving the wandering behind. But think I was trying to convince myself that was what I wanted/needed. When in fact I desire both. Every time I leave a place, either the one I call ‘home’ or my other homes that I create along the way, I know now I have to let something go…the idea of needing to be rooted, the idea of needing to wander, friends, relationships, comforts, expectations, excitement, money…in order to grow and be truly free…wherever I am :)