{"quotes":[{"text":"Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from two bottles of wine, and I smiled with tears in my eyes because it was beautiful and so god damn sad and I did not know how to be one of those without the other.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["asleep","beautiful","bottles","expat","eyes","gypsy","happy","hope","lost","moon","nomad","on-the-road","prose","road","sad","smile","spinning","story","storyteller","tears","the-road","tour","tour-life","travel","travel-essays","travel-poetry","traveller","tumblr-poet","vagabond","vagabonding","wanderer","wandering","wine","young"],"id":50213,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"Thus, the question of how and when to start vagabonding is not really a question at all. Vagabonding starts now. Even if the practical reality of travel is still months or years away, vagabonding begins the moment you stop making excuses, start saving money, and begin to look at maps with the narcotic tingle of possibility. From here, the reality of vagabonding comes into sharper focus as you adjust your worldview and begin to embrace the exhilarating uncertainty that true travel promises.","author":"Rolf Potts","tags":["travel","vagabonding"],"id":72112,"author_id":"Rolf+Potts"},{"text":"All night, after the exhausting games of canasta, we would look over the immense sea, full of white-flecked and green reflections, the two of us leaning side by side on the railing, each of us far away, flying in his own aircraft to the stratospheric regions of his own dreams. There we understood that our vocation, our true vocation, was to move for eternity along the roads and seas of the world. Always curious, looking into everything that came before our eyes, sniffing out each corner but only ever faintly--not setting down roots in any land or staying long enough to see the substratum of things the outer limits would suffice.","author":"Ernesto Che Guevara","tags":["bohemian","che-guevara","diaries","diary","exploration","journal","journaling","journals","self-discovery","travel","travel-notes","travel-writing","travelling","vagabonding","wanderlust"],"id":73473,"author_id":"Ernesto+Che+Guevara"},{"text":"It doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt to come back and remember what you once had and who you once were. Then it will hurt just as much to leave again, and so it goes over and over again. Once you’ve started to leave, you will run your whole life.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["alone","arriving","charlotte-eriksson","finding-yourself","growing-up","home","leaving","lost","prose","the-glass-child","the-great-perhaps","travelling","vagabonding","wandering","youth"],"id":123427,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"Go outside. Don’t tell anyone and don’t bring your phone. Start walking and keep walking until you no longer know the road like the palm of your hand, because we walk the same roads day in and day out, to the bus and back home and we cease to see. We walk in our sleep and teach our muscles to work without thinking and I dare you to walk where you have not yet walked and I dare you to notice. Don’t try to get anything out of it, because you won’t. Don’t try to make use of it, because you can’t. And that’s the point. Just walk, see, sit down if you like. And be. Just be, whatever you are with whatever you have, and realise that that is enough to be happy. There’s a whole world out there, right outside your window. You’d be a fool to miss it.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["adventure","charlotte-eriksson","happy","journey","nature","open-road","outside","road-trip","roads","stillness","sweden","the-glass-child","vagabonding","walking","wandering"],"id":137238,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["arrive","arriving","born","home","leaving","love","touring","travel","traveller","travelling","vagabond","vagabonding","wander","wandering","wanderlust"],"id":214133,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"I spent days and nights staring at the blank page, searching the deepest corners of my mind: who have I been, what have I seen, what did I learn? I thought about all the nights I've spent outside, all the times I laid down to cry and how I took a deep breath every morning and decided to simply go on. Because what else is there to do? Decide that this is it? I quit, I'm done? Oh if I could find words to justify those feelings I've carried. I could write the thickest of books with explosions of emotions from a young girl's lost heart. I could make you see, make you hear, make you feel, at least a tiny fragment  of what's out there.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["adventure","books","cry","crying","emotions","explosions","feel","feelings","go-on","hear","heart","learning","life","lost","morning","nights","not-give-up","on-writing","outside","searching","see","understand","understanding","vagabond","vagabonding","who-am-i","words","writers","writing","young"],"id":330943,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"Cutting my roots and leaving my home and family when I was 18 years old forced me to build my home in other things, like my music, stories and my journey. The last years I have more or less constantly been on my way, on the road, always leaving and never arriving, which also means leaving people. I’ve loved and lost and I have regrets and I miss and no matter how many times you leave, start over, achieve success or travel places it’s other people that matter. People, friends, family, lovers, strangers – they will forever stay with you, even if only through memory. I’ve grown to appreciate people to the deepest core and I’m trying to learn how to tell people what I want to tell them when I have the chance, before it’s too late. ….","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["beginning","berlin","charlotte-eriksson","family","friends","goodbye","grow-up","happiness","home","inspirational","inspiring","journey","journeying","learning","leaving","london","lost","love","memories","motivation","motivational","music","my-journey","nature","new-beginning","new-start","on-my-way","places","roots","self-discovery","songwriter","start-over","stories","success","sweden","the-glass-child","the-road","travel","travelling","vagabonding","wandering"],"id":359729,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"I woke up early and took the first train to take me away from the city. The noise and all its people. I was alone on the train and had no idea where I was going, and that’s why I went there. Two hours later we arrived in a small town, one of those towns with one single coffee shop and where everyone knows each other’s name. I walked for a while until I found the water, the most peaceful place I know. There I sat and stayed the whole day, with nothing and everything on my mind, cleaning my head. Silence, I learned, is some times the most beautiful sound.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["adventure","alone","berlin","charlotte-eriksson","dawn","expat","free","free-living","inspiration","morning","motivation","nature","nomad","people","silence","simplicity","solitude","sound","stillness","the-glass-child","train","vagabonding","wandering"],"id":365036,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"},{"text":"From all that I saw,and everywhere I wandered,I learned that time cannot be spent,It only can be squandered.","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["carpe-diem","experience","experiencing","experiencing-life","exploration","explore","explorer","exploring","live-for-to-day","reflection","regret","roman-payne","rooftop-soliloquy","time","time-passing","timeless","travel","vagabond","vagabonding","voyage","voyager","voyageur","voyageuse","voyaging","wanderer","wanderess","wonder"],"id":385811,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":13,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}