I wish I had a friend whom I can text at 2 am and we can just talk and laugh and send hugs so the world doesn't seem moving so slowly.

No one hugs, everyone is busy comforting with words.

Hugs to those of you who need one!

When the initial hugs are hugged out, the stories told, and the reunions over, many of us find that coming back home isn’t really coming home at all. Our true home is being surrounded by the unknown. The road is where we belong. And because of that, our gaze will always be on the horizon, looking, dreaming, and wishing for another opportunity to get away again. Time for some more hellos!