i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to really travel the world but if i ever do, i can’t wait. just imagine you’re sitting at a small café with a journal, a dull pencil, a warm cup of coffee, and a few bright ideas. you write them down quickly, then scurry out the small door. you’re walking down the narrow roads, taking in all the beautiful scenery. you see people of all kind of sorts. you’re happy. you’re at peace with the world.