24 words that describe travel better than you ever thought possible

1. Trouvaille (n.) 

Origin: French

Something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall

2. Dérive (n.)

Origin: Latin/French

Lit. “drift”; a spontaneous journey where the traveller leaves their life behind for a time to let the spirit of the landscape and architecture attract and move them

3. Numinous (adj.)

Origin: Latin

Describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted- the powerful, personal feeling of being overwhelmed and inspired

4. Cockaigne (n.)

Origin: French, medieval trope

An imaginary land of luxury and idleness

5. Schwellenangst (n.)

Origin: German

Fear of embarking on something new; fear of crossing a threshold

6. Strikhedonia (n.)

Origin: Greek

The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”

7. Resfeber (n.)

Origin: Swedish

The restless race of the traveller’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together; a ‘travel fever’ that can manifest as an illness

8. Vagary (n.)

Origin: Latin

An unpredictable instance, a wandering journey; a whimsical, wild or unusual idea, desire, or action

9. Eudaimonia (n.)

Origin: Greek

Lit. “human flourishing”; a contented state of being happy, healthy and prosperous

10. Quaquaversal (adj.)

Origin: Latin

Moving or happening in every direction instantaneously

11. Novaturient (adj.)

Origin: Latin

Desiring or seeking powerful change in one’s life, behavior, or situation

12. Sehnsucht (n.)

Origin: German

“The inconsolable longing in the human heart for we know now what”; a yearning for a far, familiar, non-earthly land one can identify as one’s home

13. Ecophobia (n.)

Origin: English

A fear or dislike of one’s home

14. Eleutheromania (n.)

Origin: Greek

An intense and irresistible desire for freedom

15. Livsnjutare (n.)

Origin: Swedish

One who loves life deeply and lives it to the extreme

16. Solivagant (adj.)

Origin: Latin

Wandering alone

17. Saudade (n.)

Origin: Portugese

A nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains”

18. Eunoia (n.)

Origin: Greek

Beautiful thinking; a well mind

19. Sturmfrei (adj.)

Origin: Germany

Lit. “stormfree”; the freedom of not being watched by a parent or superior; being alone at a place and having the ability to do what you want

20. Yoko meshi (n.)

Origin: Japan

The peculiar stress of speaking a foreign language (literally means ‘a meal eaten sideways’)

21. Selcouth (adj.)

Origin: English

Unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous

22. Fernweh (n.)

Origin: German

An ache for distance places; the craving for travel

23. Yūgen (n.)

Origin: Japan

An awareness of the universe that triggers emotional responses too deep and mysterious for words

24. Commuovere (v.)

Origin: Italian

To stir, to touch, to move to tears

One Way Ticket→ Arthur and Ariadne

When the plane wheels met the runway, Ariadne was already awake. She always made sure to stay attentive enough to watch the flight take off, and naturally woke up if she was dozing with enough time to watch the flight land. This time was no exception. Though it hadn’t slipped her mind that she had never been this well rested upon waking up in a plane. Her small stature prevented her from having to maneuver to fit her legs under seats, but they were always still cramped on the sides, especially when there were larger people next to her. But no, not this time. This time she was seated at the very front of the plane with a blanket - an actual blanket, not those felt squares they try to give you elsewhere - and a pillow and all the room in the world. Damn Arthur and his damn lack of ability to enjoy anything that wasn’t incredibly expensive. She thought that she should maybe thank him whenever she finally saw him, but was reminded of the first and only time she’d attempted to act gracious for the spending he and Cobb had done; the latter had barely been paying attention, just giving a distracted nod. But Arthur, well, Arthur had looked at her as if she was being ridiculous, and she didn’t want that again, so she resolved to act as though it was just another fact. Not that he wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise, but that was beside the point. She hated special treatment, and wasn’t about to get it because of her lack of opulence.

Traveling light had been the key last time, so when the baggage carousel went around, all she had to pick up was one very compact suitcase. Now the only question left was how she was going to get to their new workplace. Since she hadn’t been left with any sort of directions or address, a taxi was out of the question. Maybe they would send her a car? Not that getting more people involved was necessarily a good thing, yet she didn’t see Cobb or his oldest accomplice as minivan drivers or anything like that. The last thing she had been expecting, however, was to see the man who had called her, standing a short distance away from the drivers with signs, in all of his perfectly-suited and stoic glory. For a moment, she just stood there, until finally registering that she was probably staring dumbly in all of her shock, blocking other people’s routes, delaying their progress, and already making herself seem inept.

Ariadne mobilized her legs at last and closed much of the space between them, nodding and offering a small little smile. She didn’t expect him to break his constantly serious demeanor to smile back - not that she wouldn’t like it if he did for once - but it seemed better than waving like she was a little kid. “Hello, Arthur. I can’t say I expected to see you at the airport.” Typical frivolous greeting questions were lost in her throat the longer she looked at him, and she pulled her suitcase to stand upright beside her. “Do we get down to business now, or are we supposed to run errands first?” She couldn’t put it past Cobb to make odd demands of them from the start, but part of her wished that all of that could wait at least a short while.

Chapter 1 of "One Way Ticket"




       I set my laptop aside and got out of bed to open the window in hopes that the rain had finally passed. To say that I was disappointed that it hadn’t was an understatement. It had rained for 6 hours straight—one of the many things I had moved out of Washington to get away from. The best part of the day had come and gone and there I was cooped up in my room, bored out of my mind, on and off Netlix, on and off Facebook, on and off Tumblr, etc. etc. My roommate hadn’t even shown up yet, and I desperately needed something or someone to entertain me. The idea of going outside to explore campus and the city was all I had been thinking about since I stepped off the plane the night before. This city was so beautiful to me.  The pictures of campus on the university  website didn’t lie like most of them do. In fact, I didn’t think it had done the campus much justice at all. The buildings, the people, everything was so gorgeous;  even my dorm was laid. I didn’t have a lot from home to bring with me, but there was definitely enough space to  decorate however I wanted.

       Staring out at the rain, I got lost in my thoughts of home. I grew up in Roslyn, Washington—what most people would probably consider a “small town”—a  place where sky scrapers and celebrities don’t exist. There is one high school, everybody knows everybody’s business, and I hated it.  For the most part, every family has been there for generations, including mine. There was never any space or room to breathe, it felt like I was suffocating. I didn’t even tell anybody when I applied to school, mostly because I didn’t want anybody saying “I told you so” if I didn’t get in. They thought they were helping—“being honest”—when all I felt was negativity. I can’t lie though, I was surprised and scared when I got that acceptance letter, but even then I didn’t think twice about leaving.

       Though I didn’t necessarily regret it, there was one person I had been a little hesitant about leaving behind, my boyfriend James,. He had been my number one confidant and supporter over the years, and I had been telling him since we were elementary age that I would be leaving one day. I didn’t know how or when, just that I would. Although we expected that one day it would end, I don’t think I had ever seen him as hurt as when I kissed him goodbye. I guess we both knew deep down that it was the last time we’d ever see one another. I sure wasn’t going back, and it wasn’t likely that he’d be coming to see me anytime soon, if ever. It wasn’t that people were forbade from leaving, they just genuinely had no interest in it. Everyone was content  living and dying in Roslyn, and that just wasn’t my life. I was now officially the first person in family to move away and start my own life. It was surreal. I had literally been planning it as far back as I could remember.

       The people back home had filled my head with all kinds of negativity, and even though I didn’t admit it to any of them, they had kind of scared me about leaving, but I wasn’t scared anymore, things were really looking up.  I was lucky, and I always reminded myself of that. Opportunities like this didn’t come around often, so when they did I jumped on them without a second thought, because I knew that if I hesitated I’d blink and someone else would be walking off with my dream. My daddy taught me that, and I never forgot it. I was determined to make this work for me one way or another, because going back home wasn’t an option. I was done with that.

       Reflecting on all the negativity people had directed toward me really made me emotional, but not in a “feel sorry for myself” kind of way. It made me grind that much harder, and want to succeed that much more. One of the biggest perks of moving across the country was that I could be whomever I wanted to be now, no one knew my backstory, my family, or my secrets. They didn’t even know my name, I didn’t technically have to be Morgan Blake anymore. I could be Simone or Parker, and I did always like the name Brooke.  

       A knock at my door snapped me out of my thoughts, and good thing too, because I had been spending way too much time in my head lately. I got off my bed, looking for my slippers, and the knocks got a little louder, probably implying that I wasn’t moving to open the door fast enough.

      “Coming!” I skipped putting on my slippers, and just went to the door barefoot. “Who is it?” I asked before opening the door. I learned that you can never really be too sure or careful.

       He introduced himself as Danny, the RA for the building.  He invited me, along with the other students in the building out to the local creamery  as a building bonding activity, but Lord how I wished he were just inviting me. He was by far the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in person. I was staring, I knew it and he knew it, but I couldn’t stop.

      “Hey, soooo did you want to come? We’re gonna meet downstairs in 15,” Thank God he spoke because who knows how long I would’ve stood there practically drooling otherwise.

       I was really thinking,  who goes out for ice cream when it’s 40° and raining, but what I said was,“Oh umm, yea definitely, yea I’ll come. Sorry.” My face must’ve been so red. To say I was embarrassed was an understatement.  This couldn’t be happening,  I was clearly making a complete fool of myself, and I reeked of freshman virgin. Uuugghhh, Morgan you’ve got to do better. “I’ll see you downstairs,” I managed to smile. My face was so hot, I just knew it was beet red. Please don’t ask if I’m okay, Please don’t ask if—

      “Are you okay?” He smiled back, genuine concern painted all over his face “You look a little—“

      “Oh no, I’m fine…just peachy actually.” Yea I was terrible…corny and just bad all around. “I’ll see you in a few,” I said while closing the door IN HIS FACE. Oh God.

       “Cool,” he said with uncertainty right before the door slammed shut.

       The door held me up, as I tried to slow my breathing.  I knew I had to work on that. I had been thinking so much about doing well in school that I didn’t even think about the fact that there would be men on campus, and definitely wouldn’t have thought that they would look like him. Rain or not, I was going out, and I was going to find out more about this Danny person. I had gotten dressed earlier that morning just in case something came up, even though I didn’t actually know anyone on campus, or in New York City for matter. I put on a little mascara and lipstick, grabbed by jacket and umbrella, and headed out. You would think I wanted to be out in the rain by how fast I was moving.

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I dreamt of this last night. I was with friends not yet made. It was a visceral dream,colours even more vivid than here. As my nerves subside & transform to excitement I’m so grateful that somehow,I finally got the nerve. #onewayticket

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I wanna run with you until I lose control
don’t wanna worry about gettin by
I wanna breathe when I’m breathin
And see what I’m seein
Take a one way ticket tonight