with each departure, the next one feels easier. instead of dissipating, my wanderlust increases with the addition of a new stamp in my passport. twenty-three years, and i'm finally beginning my own journey. my goal of hitting every corner of the earth is underway. south in summer? north in winter? flock to where the wind takes me. two weeks away, soaking up a culture completely alien to me. time at home to process. put everything in order and realize completely just how much i loved what i did. in the moment, everything compares to everything else. looking back and i see everything as it truly was.

with each departure, i need a homecoming. i can't do months away - hit every corner in one jumble of a trip. this aspect of my life i'll do in pieces. break up the world tour so i'm not overwhelmed, or worse, comparing everything to the first city.

my wanderlust will never dry up, i'll never be a static character in my own story. two weeks away, growth and new insights. i have to come home to share it, i can't keep it bottled up. i'm a door waiting to be opened, a secret waiting to be shared.