Japan, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

There is something about these things that gives me the utter and profound joy of simply being alive. 

There is something about the darkness as it washes over me and the excitement that slowly unfurls in my stomach, proving itself in the nervous twists as the miles slowly wear away and suddenly I am whisked away to a world of terminals and gates and security checks and the purest feeling of freedom I can imagine. 

There is something about the careful movements and the hurried dashes of busy people going to busy places and doing busy things, separated, but somehow connected in the greater scheme of things. 

There is something about the breaking light of dawn as it sweeps into the little window, illuminating the tiny space of the massive winged beast that will serve as my home for the long hours to come. 

There is something about the anticipation of a traveller’s heart. A heart that craves adventure and leaps, throwing caution to the wind, at the possibility to experience things and visit lands as far away as their dreams will take them. 

There is something about the discomfort of the tiny space you are given as your own and the realization that the long hours, the weariness of wandering airport terminals, and the jet lag that is sure to come, because everything will be worth it once you reach your destination. 

There is something about separation that makes reuniting one of the most special events on earth. There is something about the phone calls, the messages, the care packages, and the seemingly endless “I miss you’s” that can’t quite measure up to seeing a person face to face. 

There is something about having that “someone.” Your person. The one that can understand your tone of voice through a simple text message and who can read your mind, from literally thousands of miles away. There is something about knowing you have a friendship that will stand and even grow stronger through anger and trials and miles and years. 

There is something about these things that gives me the utter and profound joy of simply being alive. Of being able to experience things I never could have imagined myself being a part of. A feeling of accomplishment, of eagerness, and of satisfaction. 

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There is also something about floating above the white blanket of clouds that gives me more inspiration than I’ve had in weeks! 

I apologize for the lack of posts lately. Lots of things are going on in my life, to date. But be sure to be on the lookout for a media blast on my trip to Okinawa, Japan! You can find all pictures on Instagram! 

Personal: @heycorinahey

Travel: @travelingmytwenties

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Until next time! xx

Currently: wading through clouds 35,000 feet above the ground and counting down the “somethings” until I can see my Best! I’m coming for you Japan!     

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Uncategorized, Writing

Flying.

I believe that everyone has something that can bring them back to a specific place or time in an instant.

That something, whatever it is, may seem completely insignificant to anyone else, but to you, sends butterflies to your stomach, your pulse racing, and your mind traveling a hundred miles an hour.

Until last night, I had been in a strange mood that I didn’t quite know how to shake. Until I found my something.

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It was a bit chilly, but somewhere deep down, I had a feeling that taking this trail off the beaten path would be the best thing to happen to me in ages.

I realized today that I haven’t been able to get away like I used to.
College in East Texas wasn’t the greatest, but it was perfect for the days and nights when all I wanted to do was disappear. It was an easy thing, jumping in my car and heading down my favorite back country road. Windows down, music up, the night air taking me away from the crazy little world I sometimes felt trapped in. People and problems drifted away on nights like those.
There was only one other thing that could make me feel this way.
Swing sets.
Childish to some, swing sets became a getaway for me.
There is something about the feeling of a swing beneath, the sky above, and my eyes wide open and taking in God’s magnificent handiwork that completely thrills me.
I realized that in the midst of this life I am now living, the traffic, the street lights, the busy people, the never sleeping city, somehow, I lost a little part of myself. I lost the girl that could get away. I lost the girl that could lose track of the time while marveling at the perfect alignment of those three bright stars in Orion’s Belt. I lost the girl that felt like she could fly away from her problems one swing at a time.

But tonight, I got that piece of myself back.

So here’s to the swing sets in our lives. The somethings. Those things that take us back and remind us of perfect moments and beautiful memories. Those things that spark our hearts in ways and places we had forgotten.

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