Catch Up Darling
Hello darling. It’s been a while. Where have you been? Hiding? I haven’t been hiding. I’ve been running from quiet. From the moments where nothing distracts you from yourself. Movement felt safer than stillness. Freedom felt easier than honesty. I told myself I was wandering, exploring, indulging a little. That was true. It just wasn’t the whole truth. Africa wasn’t an accident. I framed it as curiosity, but I was also chasing permission. Permission to want without explanation. To take without promising anything back. One day I’ll tell you the stories properly, without polishing them into adventures. They still cling to me like red dust. I started in South Africa, in a place called Wilderness. They insisted on calling it a village. I arrived without a plan because I didn’t want one. Plans imply direction. Direction implies responsibility. All I knew was that I would begin in the south and move north toward Morocco, a destination distant enough to postpone commitment. So far, the only c...