The past couple of weeks every time I get on the freeway I have an overwhelming urge to just keep driving.
With no map. With no intentions.
I feel the ocean calling to my soul.
I need to feel the strength of the universe. I need to sit for hours on the wet sand under the stars and hear the force of the waves as they connect with everything I am.
That is home.
I am not trying to run away from something. I am trying to run towards something.