June 1, 2016
A passionate woman is worth the chaos.
With each passing day, I’m realizing my passion more and more. A passion to live, to travel, to explore, to fall in love.
As I sit on this speeding Shinkansen I notice this about myself. I was not meant to stay in one place. I was not meant to settle down. Our time in Tokyo has come to an end and it has been the best few days. From visiting Meiji-Senji Shrine, walking and shopping in Harajuku, petting owls, visiting Asakusa, to a delicious food tour, catching up with old friends and making new ones.
There’s something about being in this vibrant city that assures my desire to travel the world forever. Maybe it’s the crowded yet orderly streets, or the endless shops stacked onto one another in each building. Or the sounds of another language and embracing the fact that I can’t understand any of it. Or maybe it’s the novelty of it, like a new relationship where the guy is shiny and new and I can’t stop obsessing.
Maybe I’m feeling this way because of the season I’m in: the season of finding myself. Figuring out what I like and dislike, doing what I want on my terms, and creating the kind of life I want to live — figuring out who I am without him.
I’ve never felt more alive and I never want to stop feeling this way.
