The two most beautiful truths of my young life right now are having found a great love and the infinite possibilities of what I can do and where I can go next. Ironically, the most challenging reality that I face is trying to find a balance between both.

On a more Christmas-oriented topic... I've officially approached the point in my life where airports plague my holidays and I am far too unprepared. I don't really mind airports so long as I'm not waiting inside one. However, the goodbyes to my boyfriend in June, November, and now December I do mind a bit. Cosmic Holiday Gods, thank you for at least giving me New Years.

The only line that is true is the line you're from

One of my greatest bits of happiness in life comes on mornings when the sky lets the sun break through to give light on a new day without the dreariness of gray overcast. It happens nearly every day in the summer, but clear skies are few and far between during winters in the Northwest. If you've ever had a window aligned with the sun's rising path, you can't deny your understanding of what I'm trying to explain. When I wake up on these mornings I feel inspired and remarkably capable, usually with the itch to travel. I came across a word which I think encompasses my current, and regular, state-
Wanderlust: a strong desire or urge to travel or wander

As much as I want to experience a new culture in a new realm of the world, I keep thinking about New York. Places always linger in the back of my mind ( Paris, Rome, the coasts of Greece, Quebec, Morocco, sometimes just San Diego) like distractions and motivations both at once, but New York is certainly the one I'm most often guilty of letting sneak into the foreground and pull me during my day. Maybe because everyone else is talking about San Francisco. Or most likely because I bought my tickets this time last year. The reason isn't what matters, it's presence does. I'm ready to go.

There is a design, an alignment, a cry

Even before I first left home, I was well aware that once I did, I would never be able to go back. How we talk about homes and what "home" really means to us are two different things and I've written before about how home as an emotional place is lost the moment that we leave. However, that's not where I'm going with this, it's simply what I'm going off of because I recently realized the last time that although home may not be a place that we can ever get back to, it is within our abilities to create.