This Life Is For Real

I get tired. I get tired of air travel, of packing, cramped airplane seats. Tired of climbing torturously steep hills, weaving through slow migrating tourist groups and sensible footwear. I just get tired.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get tired of traveling. Will there ever come a day when every new place seems to blur into the next? When every vacation is a “business trip”? 

When it comes down to it though, I think it’s all in the details.

Details, little things, secrets. I’ve realized, after auditing my posts, that I’m not really great at anything. I can’t take amazing, mind-bogglingly beautiful postcard shots. Neither am I a fantastic narrator of local history. 

But I do love details.

So as long as I have details, things I can see and feel, I think I’ll be ok.

(Source: Flickr / syhs)

Stepping back in time.