We dream our dreams of adventure and exotic lands. Of opening up forgotten parts of ourselves and discovering new potential. We dream of connecting with people, places and ideas only vaguely known through books, media and tales. We dream of pushing ourselves to the top of the world and exposing our vulnerabilities to create.
Home had become too safe and as a difficult cycle had come to an end we asked ourselves “what do you dream?”
The anticipation of seeing my old friend Melissa for the first time in eighteen years keeps me up through the seventeen hour transit through clouds. We knew each other only briefly, for six months when I was sixteen and living in Israel, but things have a different emotional intensity when you are sixteen. Six months seemed like a lifetime then and I begin to trawl through the distant memories in between movies and airplane food.
I remember the excitement of finding hidden places in Tel Aviv, caves and dark secret places away from people. I remember her rambling house where we would sit in the attic, writing about hedonism and philosophy. I remember feeling like an explorer, free from parents and ties to my life in a small country town. I think that partly my need to travel comes from trying to regain that feeling and sometimes for a few moments I do.