I want to see you again. I want to wake up early in the dark and know my day will end in a different place. I want to fly.  I want to taste something new.

I want to sit with strangers for hours, close my eyes, and enjoy the ride. I want to know you will be there to show me around. I want to make a list of all the things I will bring. I want to drive myself crazy trying to fit everything into one place. I want to say “who cares,” because I know what matters is waiting for me in that different place.

I want to hear your voice. I want to hear a different language other than my own, other than the one I know. I want to hear your voice again, steady and calming. I want to hear your accent. I want to learn something new.

I want to dance in a different land once again. I want to make new friends that I might never see again. I want to spend hours sitting in an uncomfortable seat, and complain about my lack of sleep.

I want to travel. I want to see new places. I want to see new faces. I want to see those places I haven’t seen in quite a while. I want to see those faces I haven’t seen since I was a different person. I want to know you. I want to see you again.

Photo by Tobi