One week ago, I left for Ecuador to travel. I bought a single ticket, had no plans and decided to let myself be surprised. I’m making choices for just one day at a time; each day might include totally different travels, or I’ll stay at the same place for a longer period of time, if that is what feels right.
Sitting here, with this beautiful view, I am going through Rocky roads the book, figuring out if there is something I wish to share.
I didn’t leave from an urge to run away. It also wasn’t because Amsterdam or the Netherlands weren’t good enough.
It was because I was feeling free back in the Netherlands already. I had space to make my own decisions and do what I really wanted to do. Mentally, I was free.
I’ve wanted to travel by myself for quite some time, and I was now at the point I felt free to do so.
It makes such a difference to travel if you’re coming from a place of (mental) freedom. It brings such joy to travel while you’re at peace with the life you have back home.
“I always thought That having space Would set me free Just as I thought That endless time Would give me endless freedom But now I realize That neither time Nor space Would do Only me Being free Would set me free”