I remember taking off in my little old beater car down Pacific Coast Highway for hours, just to catch a glimpse of that California Coast horizon.
Maybe I’d sleep in my car that night, maybe I’d book a room in a little quaint town. It didn’t matter as long as I got to see the pretty yellows melt into those mountainous peaks.
Or that time I jumped on a flight alone to Hawai’i over a weekend, because why not? The hues of blue and green that glistened on the beach almost convinced me to stay.
As far as my memory goes, I’ve always enjoyed outlining new skies and tracing exotic soil.
I was just a few months old the first time I was on a plane off to a foreign country.
Maybe it’s my mom’s wandering heart or my dad’s curious feet.
Maybe it’s that I’ve inherited a little bit of both.
The chase for new sunrises and fields of gold-an endless and yet necessary pursuit.
“The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure.”
― Christopher McCandless
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