Do not give us diamonds,
For I am afraid they have no place in a traveler’s bag.
Do not look for us in fine restaurants,
For we have always found more comfort in the alleys, where the locals drink tea and cats go to rest.
Do not fret over our worn boots,
Their soles are sturdy and have carried us over sand dune and cityscape.
Do not fear our safety,
For the risk we face will never be as great as the tragedy of an adventure left unfollowed.
Above luxury,
We seek out the hidden places, where the stars come out to play and our hearts have room to grow.
Above comfort,
We sleep in train cars and on airport floors in the name of venturing just a bit further.
Above security,
We yearn to be strangers in strange lands.
We do not make it easy to love us,
This we know.
There are missed birthdays and empty chairs at dinner tables.
There are holidays spent alone and gaps in conversation.
As we travel onward
The holes that we have left,
Eventually begin to close.
— By Alana Raquel
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