I told her about the best and the worst. The slow and sleepy places where weekdays rolled past like weekends and Mondays didn’t matter. Battered shacks perched on cliffs overlooking the endless, rumpled sea. Afternoons spent waiting on the docks, swinging my legs off a pier until boats rolled in with crates full of oysters and crayfish still gasping. Pulling fishhooks out of my feet because I never wore shoes, playing with other kids whose names I never knew. Those were the unforgettable summers. There were outback towns where you couldn’t see the roads for red dust, grids of streets with wandering dogs and children who ran wild and swam naked in creeks. I remembered climbing ancient trees that had a heartbeat if you pressed your ear to them. Boomboom-boomboom. Dreamy nights sleeping by the campfire and waking up covered in fine ash, as if I’d slept through a nuclear holocaust. We were wanderers, always with our faces to the sun.
Vikki WakefieldTag: lovely traveling town wanderer
I was a woman and did not yet think of myself as a writer. I was a mapmaker.
Shay YoungbloodI thought that if I owned nothing, had nothing, was nothing, I would have nothing left to lose, and I wouldn't be scared anymore. Because my whole life I’ve been so damn scared. Scared to live because I was scared to die. But at the same I was so scared of living, so I wanted to die. Or maybe so scared of dying that I refused to live. You don't have to be afraid to fall, when you're already on the ground. You don't have to be scared to lose someone, when there's no one around to lose.
Charlotte ErikssonTag: life learning freedom journey alone lonely afraid london musician traveling scared homeless afraid-to-die
I’m never sad when a friend goes far away, because whichever city or country that friend goes to, they turn the place friendly. They turn a suspicious-looking name on the map into a place where a welcome can be found. Maybe the friend will talk about you sometimes, to other friends that live around him, and then that’s almost as good as being there yourself. You’re in several places at once! In fact, my daughter, I would even go so far as to say that the further away your friends, and the more spread out they are the better your chances of going safely through the world…
Helen OyeyemiTag: friendship friends traveling moving-away
Sometimes a bus is your bus, and sometimes it ain't, and it's important that you can tell the difference.
Steven J. CarrollTag: motivational wisdom life truth change travel life-lessons traveling life-changing
Quando alguém está a viajar, tudo parece mais luminoso e mais agradável, o que não significa que seja mais luminoso e mais agradável, significa apenas que o lar terno e aprazível sofre em comparação com lugares desconhecidos aprimorados, com tudo o que têm de melhor à mostra.
Catherynne M. ValenteTag: traveling
...home lies in the things you carry with you everywhere and not the ones that tie you down.
Pico IyerThe only thing lonelier than travelling is standing still.
Sam GaytonTag: traveling
We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return.
Raquel CepedaTag: life purpose spirituality reincarnation karma traveling
Hip-hop...has been the proverbial key that’s opened the door for me to roam this breathtaking planet.
Raquel CepedaTag: journey travel hip-hop traveling hiphop journeying roaming global-hip-hop journeys-in-life proverbial-key
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