To the open roads we come across…

To the loved ones we leave behind…

To the friendships that will always remain…

To the branches of our destiny and the choices we make…

To the love of my life for supporting me and being my driver…

Love you all unconditionally.

As I look at the familiar roads in the begging of our road trip memories of my life in this country came flooding back. Some were filled with happiness and some with a hint of sadness. Yet, it is hard not to feel a feeling of nostalgia for the memories I left behind, knowing that the same memories shaped me into the person I am today. 

There is a certain allure to the open road a compelling call for the possibilities it holds, the freedom it promises and the memories it brings. Each road, each path seen by my naked eye is a blank canvas, waiting for me to paint my journey upon it waiting to choose my destination. While I navigate the roads of my road trip, I am met with countless branching paths, each leading me in different directions. Each choice, each turn holds the potential to shape my destiny guiding me toward new adventures, new decisions, and new feelings. 

In every bend of the road, in every fleeting moment with my soulmate next to me, I find a new me that I never knew existed. I find myself hesitating, torn between the comfort of the known that gives me and the fear of the unknown that the future holds.

Each detour each unexpected turn becomes another life lesson, and as I embrace all the happiness and sadness with open arms I realise that the destination lies not in reaching the end of the road, but in my journey. 

So, I ask my other half to explore everything surrounding us, fuelled by the promise of the new and endless possibilities that lie ahead. With each mile we wander, I remember that the road may be tiring but filled with potential, promises and freedom.