//no reason to stay is a good reason to go //

All my life I've lived for the inbetweens. I like airplanes, hotels, long walks and narrow streets. I like places that aren't exactly anywhere. There's beauty in excepting that if a situation doesn't challenge you, it won't change you. I can't sit still, I like to think that I'm always on my way towards my next escapade. There's a sense in the inbetweens, everyone belongs, because everyone is wandering to the next place. Flying high in the sky, looking below at the tiny cars and houses, snow capped mountains covered in a layer of clouds. That's where I feel home. There's a feeling of freedom in being lost. But the feeling isn't necessarily that of being lost. The word "Lost" makes me think of dark, sadness, not knowing where you are. But the inbetweens are more of a security blanket. Their the thing I know the most. They make me feel (un)lost in the best way possible. //be lost in the right direction//