Our symptoms of wanderlust are our only engine and catalyst to survive the gaps between traveling. We live for traveling unconditionally and our journeys fueling us in our daily-life-routine.
The feeling that anything is possible keeps us alive. We surrender only to the eternity of the universe. Our hearts crave for wandering and when we receive our new-smelling empty passport every now and then we feel like they took a little bit of our identity.
We don´t have much money and never won the lottery. We sell all our gods or at least rent out our apartment. We buy a one way ticket and our eyes sparkle.
We can´t sleep until we eventually sit in the plane, knowing some people now look up to us and wondering where we are heading to. We spend little money. Smiles are our currency. We don't buy things we don´t need and we know we don´t need much.