finger on the map

by valentinestavrou

Travelling solo, always. Loud music in my ears, hot, strong black coffee in my hand, the feeling of anticipation, smiling to myself, busy airpots, women’s magazines, hugs and goodbyes, knowing you most definately will miss them

but then again

it’s new beginnigs and andrenalin rushes, it’s the magnificent unknown and the new people you will love and laugh with. Sleepy eyes and more coffees and babies crying, one boarding pass, airplaine food, ding dong sounds.

Touchdown, excitement, new places, new smells, new friends, new kisses, new sites

a whole new city before my sleepy eyes.

Hi, unknown.