One of the worst parts about travelling is arriving to find that you’re already there.
65 miles. 1,074 miles. 3,547 miles. 5,919 miles…
No matter how many miles away we fly, it never seems to be far enough to escape what’s going on in those brain folds.
Travelling a long way from home always seems to dredge up a bunch of old stuff that should have been dealt with a long time ago. We’re always over that baggage allowance.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
But it’s through a pink-tinted telescope.