Daily Writing Prompt: What are your future travel plans?
Well… none. Not right now anyway. Until Heff heads off beyond the veil, we’re staying put. Simple as that. If I can’t bring him, then I’m staying put. He’s part of my day, my rhythm, my reason to stay grounded. Some things matter more than adventure, and this is one of them.
That said, I’ve never been the kind to sit down with brochures and build a bucket list. I go when it feels right. Always have. I’ve traveled on nothing but instinct, on last-minute whims, following gut feelings or odd little nudges from the Universe. Sometimes it’s a song. Sometimes it’s a scent. Sometimes I just wake up and know I need to be somewhere else.
But lately? I’ve felt the call to stay. To slow it all down. To be present. Maybe for the first time ever, really. There’s a sort of peace in it I didn’t expect. Don’t get me wrong, the wanderer in me hasn’t died. She’s just resting. Waiting.
When the time comes, I’ll know. There will be no plan, no checklist, no map. Just me and the open road, probably with too much in my bag and nothing booked in advance. And that’s exactly how I like it.
For now though, this is the journey. Here. With him. And weirdly enough, that feels like enough.
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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