(A paragraph beyond)Wordless Wednesday
My absolute favorite thing about traveling, no matter how near or far it may be, is that there is always something new, something different about the place you're in compared to where you came from. I love to experience things I never have before. But my dad, he likes the familiar. When we're somewhere different, like when we went to El Paso, he wants to be in the places where everything is most like home. This seems completely strange to me. I want to experience anything and everything I can of this new places culture and and all it has to offer. But maybe, for some, home is the best place they could ever think to be. They don't need to look for greener pastures because they are already exactly where they want to be. What a strong sense of contentment that must come with.
Perhaps, there's something to be said about that.
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