away

I see you hustling for that vacation and telling your stories to your coworkers, friends, co-passengers, even people you’re traveling with and I wonder at what point you will start admitting to yourself that you really are traveling to either lose yourself or find yourself.

I hear how excited you are about a destination, an experience, a food, a person, new people, old people, Don’t you see it all means a memory you are about to create or recreate? 
We have all done it. We have all run away from home. Sometimes our homes are monotonous lifestyles, your regular everyday, sometimes they’re just your physical home locations- the current city, the bed you sleep in and sometimes they’re people.

Sometimes you’re able to put some distance between “home” and you with your travel. (Or maybe it’s a move or break?) Sometimes it’s just a breath and it gives you a much needed stretch, a length, a change of posture if you will. You set an intention, your whole being is going on a stroll of sorts, you come back having found that new spark. It will last you until the next break.

But sometimes, breaths later, it really is a boomerang, One step forward. Three steps back.

“I put millions of miles 
Under my heels 
And still too close to you 
I feel”

Photo by Julie Moore