She has basked in the thrill of walking down the jetway alone,
Slept in hostels with 30 other bunk mates,
Missed flights, trains, and busses,
Slept on airport floors.
Others at home might think:
She’s lost her mind,
Procrastinating the life she “should” have,
Searching for something she’ll never find.
But what they don’t know is this:
At the end of that jetway,
In the sunlight of the morning following an awful night’s sleep in a hostel,
During the extra day gifted to her after missing her ride,
With the money saved sleeping on the airport floor,
She gets a little bit closer to what she’s truly searching for,
And that is to see every corner of this world,
Before it’s too late.