fromrusttoroadtrip: I’m not very good at moving on. Strange for a traveller, right?Even though

fromrusttoroadtrip: I’m not very good at moving on. Strange for a traveller, right?Even though I call the road my home, I settle too easily in one place, grow my roots there, and it pains me to pull them out again when I leave. Like a tree uprooted by the wind, so the need to explore pulls me on, or a gentle reminder that there is still so much more to see. After 8 years living in one place, it was hard to say goodbye. But then I started finding little bits of home here and there: in the salty air of the French coast, on the rugged cliffs of Portugal, in the lush green Slovakian countryside.Then I started calling unfamiliar lands my home: the mountains, with their harsh, unpredictable weather, their imposing stature and their mind-blowing roads. River creeks and snow-capped peaks and lush green pine forests all became my home, if only for a short while. When the time came to leave Greece for Albania after 6 weeks I wasn’t ready; I was nervous, hesitant, afraid of the unknown. When the time came to leave Albania it broke my heart a little bit, and then the same of Montenegro, of Romania, Poland… I scatter my seeds of home in every new place, leaving them to blossom into wild flowers, while I carry the memories with me forever which bloom inside my chest. ~ Words by Lucy, photo by Ben ~#Follow the hashtag #Fromrusttoroadtrip to follow our van conversion project and our travels around Europe! -- source link
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