Unchained

A couple of weeks ago I was on my way home. I was heading to my front door and grabbed my keys out of my pocket.

A keychain was holding together a bunch of keys that belonged to different places.

Each of them was a part of my life. Three keys belonged to my apartment where I lived the last four months.

One to my car my sister is driving now.

One to my old workplace and a key to both my parents their place.

As I walked out the door this morning not a single key belonged to me anymore and I was heading to the airport with an empty pocket ready to be filled with Polaroid pictures, festival stubs and a travel passport.

I am doing it again.

50 days of travel curiosity across North America.

These are my 50 Days of Summer

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  1. I guess that feels like the beginning of a great journey and more important like freedom! šŸ™‚ Where do you plan to go more precisely?

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