Freedom

Ah, the warm travel air of fear and excitement.

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of it when I think about the past, a flash of memory, or when I imagine future plans. I picture stepping off the plane for the first time, walking the streets of a new city. That is what it feels like to me.

I can smell the travel in the air. It is both familiar and new. Each place has its own scent, its own story, and yet there is always something the same. And there is something that I always get a taste of. Maybe it’s excitement. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it’s freedom.

I’ve learned a lot about myself over the years. In the past few, I’ve come to understand my values. I realized that the one that matters most to me, is freedom.

It may be one of the reasons I love to travel so much. It reminds me of my free will. I can just go. I can go anywhere I want. There are these unimaginable tubes in the sky that carry you from one world to another. You can be in your house, living your routine one day, and standing in a completely different culture and time zone the next.

I can run along the empty beaches of Portugal. I can drive on the other side of the road in Australia. I can jump off a boat into the ocean in Tanzania.

I can be my freest self. I can simply be me. I made the decision to travel. I planned the trip. I am the reason I am here. I am in a place where no one knows me and no one expects anything from me. I’ve made every choice that brought me here.

I can just be. And I can be free.

Love always, not your therapist