There’s something in folk music that strums my heartstrings. I’ve been in a bit of a nostalgic rut and I feel as though I’m cleaning out my attic as I’m uploading each of these photos. A cool breeze has finally begun to flow in from the window over my bed and the dull, yellow light from my lamp does not make my eyes weary of looking over these treasures. The last year of my life has been more of a journey than I ever could have imagined for myself. I’ve grown in more ways that I can express. I’ve seen more things that I ever dreamed possible. I’ve fallen in love. I’ve tasted adventure.
As I lay here on my bed, I feel a bit like a traveler. I’ve sat down to watch the sunset. My shoes are untied, but my pack is still on and the road ahead is long and untraveled. I could wait here for a while, take off my shoes and call it home.
But the wind is softly calling my name and asking me to follow.