I Can See the Life I Want — Now I’m Giving Myself a Year to Reach It
I miss the airport. Wholefully in my heart, I really miss the airport. Not the plane. Not the destination. Just the airport. That in-between space. The floating. The waiting. The quiet rush. The freedom. It always makes me feel like everything that has been weighing me down... lifted. As if all the heavy, hard feelings just stay outside the glass doors. Inside, it’s just me. Calm. Light. Free. And now, with this feeling, I realise something. The gaps between my travels—they’re getting shorter. And every trip, it feels like I need it more and more. It’s not a treat anymore. It’s a reset. A breath. A survival tool. And what if one day, the gaps are gone? What if this isn’t just a phase? What if the life I need is a life on the move? Not just travelling once in a while, but fully. Full-time. What if all I want is to be able to stay somewhere for as long as I need to, without having to worry about returning? What if there’s nothing left to go back to? Life moves forward. And ma...
