“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”
- Robert Louis Stevenson
It's happening again - the churning that I feel in the deepest part of my being before a trip. As I count down the days until my trip to the Southland, I can't help but look forward to the outburst of self that I will undergo as a result of this storm brewing within me. Strangely enough, it will lead to an intense calm that I feel only when I'm on the road. It is only then that I feel completely comfortable; striving to attain this state is an adventure in itself.
How's that for an excuse to travel, not that anyone actually needs one?