Showing posts from April, 2017

Locked out.

I woke up this morning with this "feeling" of needing to write something and for whatever reason, the thought of locking oneself out of ones home or car popped into my head.

I sat on this thought for a minute and thought about what happens in those moments where  we lock ourselves out of our home or car. For most of us, I think it'd be safe to say that there's a sense of panic that sets in when we find ourselves locked out. Our ability to think straight or see beyond the present moment of distress flies out the window and all we can think about is "I'm locked out. I can't get in. I want in. I NEED to get in."  We look in the windows of our home or our car and all of a sudden see it from a different angle. We see it now as something that we ought to take closer care of and have a deeper appreciation for because looking at it from the outside doesn't feel nearly as good as nestling ourselves inside our secure walls, painted with our personal taste…

The poetic side of travel.

Maybe it's just me, but traveling brings out the romance in me. I'm not talking about roses and chocolates and long walks on the beach type of romance but instead  the type of romance that comes with an infatuation with everything around me. I'm talking about seeing the world with rose colored glasses. I'm talking about living poetry. By definition, romance fits describing travel perfectly:

ro·mance rōˈmans,ˈrōˌmans/ noun 1. a feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love.
"in search of romance"