I’m trying to travel but I miss my home

It should be simple. I should be able to get on a plane and understand that I can come home whenever I want. It’s not working that way.

It’s like my feet hit the floor and I miss everything around me, the smell … the people, the place, the concept of saying where I am from. It just breaks my heart. So I sit in my house, searching all these places on Google and watching all my friends travel and waiting for my chance to feel okay to travel. I watch videos about people traveling, read blogs and search instagram pictures of those that are brave enough to do it but yet I am still stuck at home, writing to you all and wishing I was somewhere else.

 

Leave a Reply