“There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin, and they roam the world at will.
They range the field and rove the flood,
and they climb the mountain’s crest; Their’s is the curse of the gypsy blood,
and they don’t know how to rest.”
― Robert W. Service
Every time I go to a train station or an airport,
I always have this tickling, excitement feel. It doesn’t matter whether I’m the one who travel or if I’m just pick someone up, the feeling is still the same.
These are the place where usually travel is starting or ending, or even still continues. Maybe the thought of traveling is what excites me.
Maybe someday I will come to an airport, buy the next flight ticket to wherever it is, then start the journey…