I'm a daydreamer.
A story teller.
A people watcher.
Stories are constantly floating around in my head.
They swirl about when I travel, especially.
Airports...airports are the best for daydreamers.
There are an abundance of blank canvases walking around before me just begging for me to come up with their stories.
When I was in Hawaii, I was constantly thinking about a story I have been in the process of writing (for myself) over the last few years. The setting is Hawaii. I was always looking around for all of those places that I had created in my head. It was the weirdest thing to feel like something you imagined might actually be around the next corner. Or at least something that could represent what your imagination had created. A house. A shop. A road. It felt so real there.
Some places seem to lend themselves to daydreams. Paris was like that for me. So was the California coast. And Seattle. And Annapolis. And Hawaii, of course. If only I could spend my days hopping from place to place, writing, writing, writing. Taking the time to let the stories out that flit through my brain.
A traveling writer.
That sounds pretty perfect, don't you think?
Music note: Have you heard the song Daydream by Jillian Edwards? It's been on repeat for me lately.
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