Reborn.

There’s something about travel that gives you a chance to be reborn every single time. You’re taken away from your comforts and put into situations where your brain has to wake up. Has to pay attention. Engage in the world around it. You see new sights. Smell new smells. Hear new voices. You’re awake.

It can be exhausting. It can be uncomfortable. It can be frustrating.

But no matter what, it wakes you up from the slumber of your routines and reminds you that you’re here.

You walk the earth. Time is precious. Time is finite.

Then, when you come home, you’re coming home different every single time. A new level of perspective. But it’s not necessarily about what you see differently but more so, about what’s been stirred up inside of you to actually be able to be present enough to notice what always been there.

You feel like you’ve walked 1,000 miles when you get home and that all those new memories were the most vivid dream you’ve experienced in quite a while. Or nightmare. It’s all a part of the experience.

But no matter what, you’re always changed through every mile that you move. Every inch you’re awake.