MeliGoesRogue

As the journeys become more frequent the fear that they normally entail begin to diminish. at least that is what I keep telling myself as I sit on the train watching the country landscape pass me by. There is so much time spent waiting, waiting to fly, waiting to fall. To remember to stop waiting and live the moment becomes a feat more difficult to accomplish than originally envisioned.

In my research for this trip which will be spent on mountain tops and one lane roads they reminded the reader to stop during the drive, reminding me that I am living the destination, to stop and experience the beauty which I traveled so far to marvel at.

There is a bitter sweetness on these journey's- a reminder that I am leaving the comfort of my home and my life to the world unknown to me. The sweetness is remembering that I will leave a piece of me in Scotland, I simply don't know which piece until I board the plane home and I find myself lighter. I am leaving pieces of me all over the world, scattered – this isn't vacation this is a mission. A mission to leave behind pieces of me that have betrayed me and no longer encourage my growth but stunt it. That which has kept me locked in the cages of my past mistakes of the crimes committed against my person. With each plane ride I find myself more willing to let go to and which each mile I remove a block around the wall I built around me.

(Posted later than desired) aka this shit didn't go thru on the train.