Most days my insides feel like screaming in the middle of an abandoned road. Most days I think I am. Standing still and screaming, its therapeutic really.
Changes are a way of life, a daily occurrence, inevitable. Doesn’t mean we have to like them. Traveling for a year seemed like a good idea this time two years ago. A year ago. Six months ago, when I was traveling the silver lining had diminished somewhat, but the experience was beyond words.
Would I recommend it? No. Don’t leave the world for a year. You’ll come home and miss the endless movement, the adventures, the finds, the thrills. Even the nuisance of public buses on some small level.
More then that coming home is strange. Confusing. Everything changes in your absence. Coming home becomes a new experience all on its own.