Ah, the sweetness of travelling and unravelling. While my clothes ravel up in my packpack, I unravel. People say that when you are addicted to travel, you are running away, but I don´t feel that way. I think you learn more about yourself when on the road. When in a rut, it is easy to develop tunnel vision. A rat in a rut, running a race for someone else, chasing a light that will never be. By removing yourself from your comfort zone, and placing yourself in a foreign surrounding, you see the contrast instead of the grey.
But I guess some time I will have to return, just hopefully not to grey.
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I totally love travelling and am finding it rather difficult being stuck in one place. With my Canadian immigration status still being decided I'm not allowed to leave the country or work! Argh, dwindling funds makes me live a life of grey, for the time being anyway.
Live long and live free.
i guess temporary greyness is ok, huh, as long as you do not start thinking it is normal... good luck with the visa chick. Hang in there.
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