These trips nourish my soul. They inspire me. They make me want to continue to grow and learn and share. Somehow, living in suburbia is like poking a pin sized hole in my soul and slowly, sometimes imperceptibly, life leaks out. What happens? It is a beautiful, no gorgeous, place. I have incredible friends, a beautiful apartment, a good job, and lots of shoes (and places to wear them). What happens?
Then I escape. Escape is not the best word, but there it is. I get on a plane, or a train, or a sailboat, or drive to a place that requires four wheel drive, and life returns. Terrifying, heartbreaking, glorious life! I meet people who cause me to think, or ask me to give without actually asking, or remind me that life is so much bigger than we ever imagined.
But then I turn to share my latest epiphany or joy or fear with the person who shares my heart, and there is no one there.
I'm a rover...can you love me anyway?
That's a rhetorical question...
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