As I pack up my 13 month English life, my thoughts are accustomed to the next few weeks of experiencing the cultures and customs of a world unseen.
Morocco. Italy. Hungary. Poland. Czech Slovakia. Austria.
On to Singapore, Australia and HOME.
I am a lucky, lucky girl.
It is hard to say goodbye to another home and set my back on a tribe of friends but placing yourself in the wind and trusting your sails is liberating. An adventure into the unknown is unmatched.
Flying into a land you have never touched foot on, walking down streets with no clue what hides around the next bend, pushing your vision to the brink to track every movement, every moment. Afraid to miss a beat and unable to peel your thoughts from the constant inability to place your current location.
There is a bliss in the unknown.
It is unpredictable and unique and we don't all get the chance.
You have to let everything go, trust in your surroundings, others and yourself. It is a testament to what you know and more so what you don't. You have to let go, you have to allow the push and pull and feel the drag, not fight it.
The art is in the movement of flow.
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