I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
All I leave behind me, is only what I’ve found.