In search For some place more home than the road feels.
In search for someone more myself than I am.
Have you ever met a place that speaks to you? Echoing of the footsteps, breezing of the wind, burbling of the rivers, blinking of the stars, or perhaps also the silence of the mountains, they are also speaking to us non-stop, as long as we care to pause and listen.
But few do.
I’ve been accustomed to this daily routine where my happiness comes from beating the traffic and anxiety comes from misused colors of a reporting chart.
Now I’m ready to run away.
Wandering Husky 