Confessions and Redemptions
Getting told you have cancer is hard. Going through the treatment to save you might be even harder. Weirdly enough, getting back to life once it’s all said and done, that might be the hardest thing of all. Where do you point your moral compass after something so chaotic and random? I’m still trying to figure that out. Travel has always made me feel free. Made me feel alive. But the stories it gave to me, well they weren’t always the type of things I’d tell my Mum.
Sometimes, I just have to confess.
Then again, every corner of this amazing world has offered chances for me to heal. With every journey slowly putting me back together after the hammer blow of a Leukaemia diagnosis split my soul into a million pieces. There’s a lot of cool shit in the world. I once found a squirrel inside a garbage bin in Washington DC. That’s a bad example. But the point remains, I feel alive when I’m traveling the world.
If I’m lucky, I feel redeemed.