“Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life—and travel—leaves marks on you.”
― Anthony Bourdain
Truer words have never been muttered.
Sometimes, when you least expect it, the feelings hit you.
The feelings leftover from travel, almost like having a hangover that you actually want.
You could be at the store, work, or at home; and all of a sudden something invokes a memory. Maybe it is the smell of fresh basil, a face in a crowd, or even a yappy little dog. And then, instantaneously, you are transported back to what may have felt like a better time, a time when true freedom from reality could be experienced.
I find myself reliving trips through photographs.
Photos always have this peculiar tendency to transcend time and space, and they leave you longing to be back in that moment. Staring out at the stars from a bus window, stuffing ones gullet with kebabs, getting lost somewhere in northern Italy; whatever the moment tends to be, it is nostalgic for the person mustering it up. However, the moment has moved on and so have you. You have become older, slower, and maybe even wiser, if lucky enough.
So here I am. Recollecting a variety of moments, that for the better, changed me.
At least that is what I like to tell myself.
Those moments are gone now, but that is the beauty in it. A new lesson learned with slightly enough growth to walk away anew but still be left wanting more.
Travel leaves you with a hunger deep inside to see more, feel again, and become so lost in the vastness of the world that you are transfixed, transfixed on a moment that is forever fleeting from your grasp.
So I wish you were here. Wherever here may be.