26

26 years. I've been lucky (or in some cases unlucky?) enough to have lived so many different, brief lives in so many different places all over the world. They've all been fast and exhausting but I wouldn't trade these grey hairs, tired eyes and faded tattoos for a life any less rugged. Still looking for more of those brief moments amongst those new things and new people where I find that sense of belonging. That feeling of home. It's where the heart is, and I guess it will always be a fleeting feeling as long as you're moving too fast for the pieces of your heart to settle anywhere. Still nowhere to go but everywhere, and I still don't know how to say goodbye. 26 years.