"No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” Just realized I never gave these words the right weight. Until last night, when I couldn’t get more than a couple of hours sleep on that same comfy pillow that my neck was missing so bad during all those camping nights in Patagonia.
So I started thinking and realized something else: having comforts doesn’t necessarily mean that you will feel comfortable. For as much as I miss home when I’m away, there will always be some other places calling for me. I am simply not made for the comfort zone.
Go find your happy place!