A glass of wine sitting with the sunset
feeling sad despair and alone
looking for comfort and thinking of the trip, the people met, the cities visited, all gone after coming home.
The missing feeling of the new, of the excitement goes away by being back.
Hello routine, good morning cooking, good night to laundry.
The thrill is gone and the adrenaline has disappear from the body.
Looking forward to going away to take the plane to drink a glass of wine at the gate.
All the joy of traveling
the rush of the unknown
the curiosity of the new
the adventurous fear of seeing new things, new places, new faces
To travel is to learn
Travel is life for me
The monotonous setting is death.
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Lasha Desela
I'm a world traveler, educator, writer that loves to meet new people, share good conversations, articles, books and stories. I'm also a photographer, language enthusiast, music goer, technology keen and of course a foodie.
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Very well said indeed. Loved it. Nicely crafted lines @Lasha Desela