Why I Believe In Feeding My Wanderlust
“I refuse to let coffee be the thing that calls me out of bed morning
after morning. I long to chase a thirst never quite satiated, travel
across the pond, but also across a nearby mountain, keep reaching for a
life that I will look back on and say, “Yes. It was full, indeed.” Life
itself is a grand adventure that I want to fill with smaller ones. I
struggle to think I will be on my deathbed wishing I had a little more
in the bank, and I don’t want to be on it thinking of all the places
I’ve never seen and all the experiences I craved and never knew. In what
could be perceived as discontent, I am searching for ultimate
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That’s from last week’s Clapway article. Tomorrow’s post? My backpacking journey into the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Thanks for reading, lovely ones.
(PS: Please read/share! The more that happens, the closer I get to writing actually becoming a real-life part of my living! It’s such a wonderful thought to think.)