And then it hit me (and it hits hard when it does) that the world is spinning, that everyone has to start on their own journeys, that these journeys, very very rarely, are taken together.
So here it is. The moment of cleaning up the mess of my dreams and packing my bags for the next journey. For anyone as insecure as i am, it is an assuring feeling to know that there will be crossroads. And journeys cannot be complete without them.