„I always had a wondering/wandering
heart and soul which made me have a strong desire to travel and explore.
My dreams were always made out of suitcase stories.
Stories
which were told by travel labels.
Stories full of lovely items that
I'd collect on all my trips from all over the world.
Stories which
would be the inspiration for lullabies I'd sing to my children and my
children's children.
The longing for these stories would lead me
from one place to another, always unable to settle down.
Longing and
drifting off of a wandering soul.
Unable to rest.
Because I always
would get the eager feeling of unease when staying at one place for a
longer period of time.
But still being able to comfort myself through
the love that would arise at every new place.“
- These dreams are
still only dreams, I told him. But someday...
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