My heart longs to see the world.

Not to have my feet carry me to a new spot, or cover vast plains on a flight.

I mean to learn the story of how the taxi driver decided to live here.

Try a food I’ve never had before.

Strike up a conversation with a stranger.

Laugh with little kids.

Eat a meal with someone I just met.

Share dreams and aspirations.

Shatter my previously held perceptions.