One more time I will travel, just a bit.
The plan is becoming more substantial and I am finally getting the hang of it.
A plan that is still in the making.
I am starting to enjoy the process and every single little bit.
As traveling is a journey in itself.
Many times, I have already tried.
Some backpacking, some volunteering, some English teaching.
Some road tripping or just booking to whatever I feel like going.
Some city Hopping, cat sitting or just a weekend elsewhere spending.
Though, this time it will be different.
First of all, it is to get something out of my system.
I feel I need to be healing and a way to go is to be traveling.
But the reason that I feel this urge deeper.
Is because there is something that is calling from within.
Something that is in my blood.
A root of my mother and a memory I have perhaps been hiding.
It was mother´s day 2 years ago, where I felt I had to show her around and had to walk through the city.
Rotterdam, the place I was then residing.
Although she has already passed away for some time.
It is that I am carrying her in my system.
This upcoming travel, is part of my family healing.
To heal what she never could have done.
Not because she is dead, but because I am the only one that is still living.
It is my purpose, my respect and my honor.
To my family.
Especially for the connection with my mother.
While I will be away, I will reflect on my upbringing.
Perhaps I still need to understand I am brought to earth, to keep on loving.