Dreaming of Escapes

A small essay on traveling and existing in liminal space.

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You can also get one in print from Zine Gang Distro, or one in-person at Sticky Institute in Melbourne and G:Zines in Geelong, Australia.

I've been fortunate enough to visit many countries. Mexico, Spain, Italy, Romania, Japan, Taiwan, the UK, the Netherlands and Thailand.

Each has taught me so much about history, culture, people, and myself.

And yet... I still yearn.

I think if you get to travel and you enjoy it, the desire grabs you by the throat and never lets go. Wanderlust, they call it, which is apt, because it's an all-consuming desire.

It beckons you along to your next port of call, where it inspires you to immerse yourself for months at a time, if you can. Stay, appreciate, learn, discover, explore, and live as if you'd always been there, but through the eyes of an outside newcomer. This is how you find yourself and the world, and this is how you realize though we're all so different, we're alike in many ways.

Different people and cultures show you there's no one right way of living or experiencing or thinking or being in the world. And just when you think you know all the right words, the way through the streets, the best spots for food and friends, and you feel like this could be home...

Well, then the call comes, to take you away with it.

And you're gone, again.

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