I’m going on a road trip to Laoag and Pagudpud tomorrow for the book that I’m writing. I’ve been to those places before but I’m sure I will still discover something new. The thrill of that prospect, of discovery, of expansion, is not lost on me. Yet the aching to go is not as urgent as it used to be. For the first time, I feel quite settled where I am. Maybe it is the company I keep. I feel loved. And, although my life is far from perfect, nothing is broken. I still bear scars, but I feel whole.
Posted May 13, 2010 in travelswithgusto.wordpress.com
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