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Almost five hours northeast taught me just how much there is out there for me.
There are small towns laced with wicked magic and skyscrapers soaring above navy waves; cobblestone streets and coastal ways desperate to be explored; historic sites and shitty motels-- it's all part of the adventure.
That's what I keep reminding myself, "It's all part of the adventure," I whisper it in the back of my mind, repeat it like a mantra, like a secret spell only cast by me. All of this, every bit and piece, every sprinkle of good and bad, each detour and route traveled, are all apart of the giant, grand adventure.
So keep going, continue on, appreciate every ounce that you possibly can, because the adventure isn't over and there is so much more to see.
There are small towns laced with wicked magic and skyscrapers soaring above navy waves; cobblestone streets and coastal ways desperate to be explored; historic sites and shitty motels-- it's all part of the adventure.
That's what I keep reminding myself, "It's all part of the adventure," I whisper it in the back of my mind, repeat it like a mantra, like a secret spell only cast by me. All of this, every bit and piece, every sprinkle of good and bad, each detour and route traveled, are all apart of the giant, grand adventure.
So keep going, continue on, appreciate every ounce that you possibly can, because the adventure isn't over and there is so much more to see.
Really needed to hear this today. Thank you, De.
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