Destination Not Home

So the decision was made - I had about 4 days to prepare then before I knew it I was on a plane that was taxiing off the runway and within the blink of an eye (more or less three hours) I was in destination not home.
I always love that first breath of air you take when you arrive in an unknown location - somehow the mixture of the air and dust swirled together is intoxicating; it speaks of promise and adventure, unearthing new experiences.


I guess in the short term, my expectancy was just that - losing myself amass the sea of another vivid culture. Seeping amongst the smiles warmed by sun, but coming towards the end of my journey I had an epiphany of sorts. This journey was not about losing myself or fading into the mountains, it was about coming alive. Experiencing a change which re-ignited the sparks of my heart.

None of this could be done without all of the beautiful people I met - the beauty of the world will always remain as it is but human ties are what stay with a person forever, that connection once forged and can never be erased. The loving and generous culture of the locals made me feel as though I was returning home after many years and not vice versa!

So many memories made which I hope are prolonged.

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