I think at this point in my life, most people who know me, know that I love to travel. I love a good adventure. I live for fueling my wanderlust with as many new experiences as possible. That is the life I have created for myself over past few years.
Two and a half years ago I needed to be free and completely alone in a new place. I needed to spontaneously create a beautiful mess of my life.
I have loved nothing more than to run, to be free, to cry and laugh on my own.
I fell in love with unknowns of not knowing where I would wake up in the morning and not knowing who would cross my path.
Six months ago I needed to abandon that life . Not because I didn’t love it, but because my gut told me a beautiful journey was waiting.
Meeting strangers who have become family has shaped me into the person I am now.
But I didn’t realize until recently that it was my own family that I was turning into strangers.
I came home to fall in love.
In many different ways.
I needed to remind myself what it means to be loved and what it means to love.
Today, it is time for me to leave again. But I leave in a different way this time. I leave family, friends, my home and new loves. But I leave in a different way. I leave with a different type of confidence that my 22 year old self had.
Today, I cling onto that same confidence that everything will work out the way it is supposed to.
However, I also leave with a confidence that I will be back.
That is something I have never had before.
And I have so much love to come back to.