I feel an emotion stronger than in my past. It's something real- this that I feel.
I am desperately wanting to travel abroad lately. There is so much world to see and I want to explore it. Not on the streets with a map, visiting museums and famous landmarks. I want to be in the country and see what those people see. Learn to talk like them and to live like them. Culture is a much greater thing to me than I ever had realized. My supposed hatred of history, as I had come to convince myself, limited me from actually diving into the study of another country. However, I have always appreciated culture. My first glance at culture came from visiting plantation homes and gardens in south Louisiana. What beauty we have here: magnolia trees, crepe myrtles, pelicans, Southern Moss... All of it is so beautiful and full of culture. I feel like my roots were grown there. Like I've always been here, even before my time. This makes me wonder what else is out there. If I love what I've always known (which for most, has the potential to become boring), how much more could I love that which I have never seen?!
I wait patiently on it. I'll see you one day.
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