“Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you, even when I know you’re wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
The best soy latte that you ever had … and me”
This makes me sad simply because this isn’t what travelling is about. One of the beautiful things about travelling is that, no matter what, home is always your safe place, it’s something permanent. I love that travelling isn’t permanent, but you need to know, in the back of your mind, that home is always there if you need it.