It keeps tickling over and over again.
It.is.the.road. The physical road. Or the one that exists in my head.
It wasn’t that long since the last time I told myself to “settle down”, even for a short while, at least emotionally settle down, until the witty and melancholy wanderlust sweeps over me.Well, you can’t tell for sure why suddenly a music video could speak your heart…
Couldn’t say I’m handy (and also energetic) enough to handle travelling alone all the time. But I know every few weeks, I hear that call from the roads that make me crazily digging on webs after webs to figure out how to get to my next destination.
It takes me a few trips to realize that I don’t want to be a nomadic. I love my colorful and music-friendly room back home so that I couldn’t part with it for so long. But still, I’m working on being financially free on the roads.
As long as I move on, I’m not wandering to “escape from the cubicle” anymore. I’m there for a reason. I’m there for a bigger journey. A journey toward myself.
—- With gratitude—