It is strange looking back, seeing how far you've come, only to look ahead and seeing how much further you can go. Traveling your own path instead of the ones made for you. Doing so you will find your true self, and the people who are meant to be with you, for they will forge their own paths to be by your side. I haven't found myself yet, and I have the strange feeling I won't. But I have chosen to be myself and I am happy with that.
Many years have passed since I have gone on my journeys, and even my old age can't hold me back from going on them. When the mood strikes my partner and I will look at each other and we'll just know.
We grab my bag and go, my loving husband has learned to put up with it over the years, and technology advancements have made it easier for him to keep track of me. It puts him at ease since now my sight has completely gone, but that doesn't stop me none. The more of it I lost the clearer the first occupants have become. It helps my husband's work tremendously.
What fills me with the most joy out of everything through is visiting our other partners that had survived the trip with us. Most of the time we talk about the journeys we went on, or we talk about the new regions that are being discovered. Most of the time we talk about the journeys we went on, or we talk about the new regions that are being discovered.
Sometimes, usually around twilight, we will talk about the friends we lost. There is a memorial with everyone's name on it, and I'll quickly sit beside it and think of 'what ifs.'