Where you are. Where you want to be.

I am jealous.

When I was about 7, I always had to travel with my family. Did I just say “had to” like I was forced? Yes I did. And yes, I was. I never liked travelling. It made me throw up — second (after sweating) which I hate the most. I always thought, “Aw man. Do I have to go?” I guess you can say I made up my mind then. At seven, say “travel” and by default I’d say “Oh hell no.”

So what is this thing I’m feeling when I look at pictures of places from all over the world. Worse? People I know in those pictures. I’m not saying it’s bad. I am actually saying otherwise.

Let’s just say I’ve had a change of heart and I don’t mean just recently. While growing up, I found myself wondering about wanderings and possibilities. Can it happen? Can it happen soon? I’m not sure if it’s because I get bored. People get bored don’t they? I haven’t figured out that bit. But I will soon. This I know for sure though.

Where I am and where I want to be will one day refer to the same thing.
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