People say that those who have a passion for traveling are internally unsettled, constantly searching for something and chronically dissatisfied... trying to find life, their own identities, experiences, other people, etc... Perhaps I like to travel because I'm always searching too, for things I don't even know I'm looking for.
If someday I find a place or person that makes me feel like 5AMs with donuts by the sidwalk and fresh pavement in cold, crisp, morning air; faded newspaper cartoons; Christmas gift catalogs; afternoon street corners; display window reflections, soft light, fresh flowers and skirts; slits of sunlight falling between tree leaves; cozily lit rooms behind window curtains; midnight neighborhoods in small, familiar towns; amber honey swirling off the spoon; music beyond the songs; lingering colors... when and if I ever feel all of it somewhere, I'll be home :)
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