Finding Home
Travel and I never had an easy relationship. I was never the kind of person who longed for new places or felt excitement at the idea of going somewhere unfamiliar. I was the opposite — a quiet, home-bound girl who preferred the safety of familiar walls. New places made me uneasy, and the world outside felt too large, too demanding. So travel was never an escape for me; if anything, I tried my best to escape travel.
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Wherever I go with him, I find home. The sea, the hills, the temple steps, the quiet ashram — each place folds into the other, and in the middle of it all is the steady, simple feeling that we have made a life that moves gently through the world together.
Travel is no longer about distance.
It is about a feeling —
the feeling of home that we carry together.