Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.
Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty to Think So? (via ethereally)
My grandparents ordered the final document I need to get my German passport.
Now that I will have all the supporting documents, I just need to fill out the application form, get a photo taken, then book a trip to Toronto so I can go to the embassy.
Deutschland, I’m coming for you.
BØRN AF NATTEN
Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Let’s make a list of things to do.
-get a BIXI bike path
-run every second day
-spend as much time as possible outside
-go to the gym
-see my friends more often
-go to Toronto
-submit my German passport application
-work and save money for Munich
-start paying off my student loan
-paint my apartment
-do something nice for my mom
and most of all: