I'm discovering that wanderlust is a very real emotion. Adventure and exploration make me feel like I could bottle happiness and sip from it whenever I needed. I'm also discovering that getting away, putting myself in a foreign place and seeing and trying new things, clears my head.
This weekend I: picked blueberries, climbed a sand dune (that almost killed me), stand-up paddle-boarded, ate some delicious food, went to a farmer's market, saw Indiana, saw Michigan, cooked out, brunched, searched for myself.
I'm not sure what it is about travel that makes me feel infinite. Maybe it's feeling constantly lost, but in a good way. Maybe it's saying yes to new opportunities and genuinely wanting to say yes. My best guess is that, for a few days, I can be someone no one knows. Someone new.