Heres to the dreamers...

Do you ever feel like you should have done life differently? Surely you do. I feel like everybody must. Even when we shouldn't. I shouldn't I know that, really I do. But theres always something we could have done differently. Some might be little like not letting that break up get you down so bad, or leaving that job that made you miserable sooner. Some bigger, like what you may have studied, how long you stayed trapped in a bad relationship or who you may have married. We all have something.

This word regret doesn't really sit well with me. I use to say, that I don't have any regrets, as a believer in fate, you must accept that everything happened for a reason and lead you to where you are now. The people you met, the corners you turned and moves you made. They needed to go that way. And in truth this is still something I believe in. But its hard sometimes to properly accept it. 

At the ripe age of 25, and on the cusp of coming into my 26th year it might sound insane to even be pondering such matters. I guess as a classic sensitive scorpio, dreamer, and lets face is FOMO these are things I often consider. I theoretically spent the last five years of my life, either saving to travel or travelling and yet the more places I go, the bigger the list grows. It seems to be a never ending battle. And moving every year (at least) for the last eight years can get pretty exhausting. But still the list of ambitions, destinations and goals continues to climb heights I fear I will never be able to reach. I do try hard to channel these thoughts into appreciation and reflection of the places I have been luckily enough to go to, the things I have been lucky enough to experience, but my wanderlust is stronger then my reason. 

Currently, living and now working in London, I have a love hate relationship with the big ol smoke. There is definitely some beauty in the place but mostly its just a resource to get me from "A to B", or should I say "Q to S". And so, the place itself, doesn't seem to rub off on me quite right. The longer I'm here, and I'm talking day by day, I find been surrounded in the rat race and highly consumer driven environment to be slightly upsetting. 

I dream instead, of a much simpler life, one where each day is a new and unknown adventure, sunsets admired from a beach in Nicaragua, aching legs from a hike in Venezuela, visiting villages in Uganda and biking around the streets of northern Thailand. No end date in sight, no need or must, just to be. I guess its this dream that keeps me here, its this dream that i'm working on, its the one with vegetable gardens, chickens and puppies, big kited out kitchens, beach strolls, books removed from their boxes and sitting together on one big wall and just ONE place to call home is the dream that makes me ready to go home. 

In spite of all this longing and dreaming, lusting and wondering, and maybe London restraining, heres some dreamy pictures of silent abodes around the world. 

Happy Weekend.