belonging
There is a charming feeling of belonging about one's home. And it is this feeling which makes me love travelling. It is the greatest moment of any journey.
Movement for the sake of movement is sometimes justified and mostly needed. But it is the feeling of stability, comfort that we humans greatly appreciate. Or must it be the feeling of acquaintance ?
May be that is the reason, that in spite of travelling to a dream bay land of everyone around, one feels immense satisfaction returning to the place of horrible and unpredictable weather in the middle of the night. It is no more the adventure of travelling alone at such awkward hours, or the excuse of running away from the humdrum, but the comfort of returning back without being judged that one learns to value.
Yes! Chicago I love you. Officially.
Not out of gratitude for taking care of me for 2 years without spending a single moment in contemplating about my origins or baggage. Not even for teaching me new ways of tackling life or myself. Just for being. Yes just for being yourself. Without any masks.
Every time I walk any trail along a river/lake side I will think of your myriad moods. Every time I look at the sky, I will think of how your skies' very colours enchanted and consumed me. Every time I am exposed to really boring weather, I will think of your chilling winds and the hot currents you blew. Every time I think of home, I will think of you.
We will never be done. Hopefully :)
Movement for the sake of movement is sometimes justified and mostly needed. But it is the feeling of stability, comfort that we humans greatly appreciate. Or must it be the feeling of acquaintance ?
May be that is the reason, that in spite of travelling to a dream bay land of everyone around, one feels immense satisfaction returning to the place of horrible and unpredictable weather in the middle of the night. It is no more the adventure of travelling alone at such awkward hours, or the excuse of running away from the humdrum, but the comfort of returning back without being judged that one learns to value.
Yes! Chicago I love you. Officially.
Not out of gratitude for taking care of me for 2 years without spending a single moment in contemplating about my origins or baggage. Not even for teaching me new ways of tackling life or myself. Just for being. Yes just for being yourself. Without any masks.
Every time I walk any trail along a river/lake side I will think of your myriad moods. Every time I look at the sky, I will think of how your skies' very colours enchanted and consumed me. Every time I am exposed to really boring weather, I will think of your chilling winds and the hot currents you blew. Every time I think of home, I will think of you.
We will never be done. Hopefully :)
~nightflier