To fall in love during one’s travels is such a painfully beautiful thing. How our hearts can be opened while exploring a new part of the world will reveal to us perspectives and possibilities we might never have imagined. When we experience profound connection to our wholeness with someone else in a new place this feels incredibly special. And when travel dates end or regulations make it so we have to leave the country where our love was found, we carry it with us across borders or oceans to another place. —> “Home”? Adjusting to being back in one’s original place after being deeply connected elsewhere is a trip of its own. The challenge in feeling the dichotomy of “home is where the heart is” but my heart is where I once was. What’s the cure for this? Getting a job with an airline so I have unlimited flight passes? LMAO. The future is no borders on love. No regulations on devotion. And lounge passes until then, please.