Revisiting this blog, and ooh my header picture reminds me of the wanderlust iwas once full of. and how it was shelved to the sidelines because i HAD TO growup. and fast. What it all has to do with growing up , i'm not exactly sure, but the act of finding work and working, yes act, consumed.
In between all of this, the curious eye of wanderlust peeked out and i think it found its rightful place among the like-minded.
Most importantly and with all the urgency that is new love, I found my rightful place. Then again, prone to all the chasms that is also at the other spectrum of 'love, emotions and all its bloody guts', is my old friend, Doubting Thomas. But have no fear, my friends, 'the opposite of doubt is not faith, it is an element of faith.' Watch as i go all aristotle on your ass.
Right, yes. Back to the rightful place.
I love the way he makes me feel. it is tingly, spongy, heavy-hearted (the adult bits, meh.) and like, 'ooh this is someone i could really care about', all at the same time.
I reckon i could very well pack my bag-without-a-proper-zipper, well pseudo-WEEKENDER bag and jump on the next 747 across the atlantic, but really, i am in full agreement with my heart that i'd like to pack for two.
That's what she said.
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