(there's still one roll of this trip yet to come)

this weekend made me feel young and old in the best kind of ways. it reminded that no matter where I am, I'm not stuck and I don't have to stay. there are people who will run away with me, even if it's just for a weekend in a tent with nothing more than campfire toast and s'mores and sleeping bags. it's enough to remember how to feel alive, like the whole world is still at our fingertips. it's good to be in love with life again. <3