not yet cured...

I'm always ready to leave to another country. always. I thought five months of traveling would cure me of this chronic illness- wanderlust. I thought one whole month of painful homesickness would surely rid any desire to leave home again. false. I'm ready to leave right now. 

Am I packed? no. Do I have money to spend on travels? no. Am I unsatisfied with my life? Surpringsly loving the way things turned out. ...but Would I go if someone handed me a paid ticket to some random country...even it's one way? in a heartbeat. 

Then the Holy Spirit convicted- this should be my approach to heaven. My desire to escape is not one that will be fulfilled in this life. No place on earth and no amount of time could cure me of this. As C.S. Lewis said- "If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world." 

10 easy ways to be my friend

SUPER RANDOM

10 easy ways to be my friend 

(given that youre already have face to face interaction with me)

-         - Buy me coffee

-          -Talk to me about rugby. Anything rugby.

-          -Drink Milo. Love Milo. Tell me you love and drink Milo.

-          -Drive a Ferrari

-          -Let me drive the Ferrari

-          -Send me good online articles

-          -Tell me about your experience in a different country

-          -Take me to a concert. Any concert. Doesn’t even have to be a good concert. I'm just all about live music. I’ll give you my commentary later.

-         -Communicate strictly through emoji. I will be very impressed.

Does this make me shallow? If so, then whatever.