The hardest thing about traveling.

The day you wake up and realize your temporary friends are now your best friends. The only people you know are the ones that sleep in the same room and for that a friendship is formed. Either out of pure goodness and the instant connection of personalities, or the fact of avoiding a fear that sets in every persons mind...loneliness. having someone there to exchange a few words is such a beautiful thing, one taken for granted, more so overlooked. It's our nature to connect with others, so becoming a lone wolf on a journey outside of a comfort zone has some obstacles along the way. The day-to-day living (literally) is hard enough. Not having a home, and everywhere you stay is only temporary. Nothing like getting off work and knowing your going to the comforts of your home, or going on a nice jog and coming home to a hot shower. But out here, on this journey, home could be a park one night and a couch the next. the physical sleeping condition isn't the battle, it's the mindset. Just as fast as I made friends they could be gone, nothin last forever, so the moments I do have with people here are cherished. For a week straight my temporary friends became my best friends and on sunday I find myself roaming the streets alone again, just like on day one. The comforts of home became extremely intriguing and the adventure side is now lifted in the air like a kid on the opposite side of a teeter totter. What weighs more heavily in this moment is the friendships, the comfort of my home, the clean sheets of my bed. For that kid in the air he can now turn into a ballon and float away like a dream escaping into the vast sky. And I can return to what matters most. But what does matter most? Do pursuing dream not call for sacrifice? For motivation and persistence? And with that said I jump in efforts of grabbing my ballon before it escapes, and my dream are now placed back into
My soul. My soul that craves adventures such as this. So I continue on, holding conversations with random Strangers to fill the void of loneliness. The battle is hard for sure. And the road is unstable but the beauty of faith is in play, my uncommon denominator to the world. And for that I meet new friends, and they become my best friends...until
Tomorrow....then who knows.