“Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.” -Arnold H. Glasow

Something about being somewhere else-

There’s something about being somewhere else that is so appealing. At least for me ..spending an entire summer abroad, I never once got homesick. When I got back everything was so lackluster. I have to wonder though, would I feel the same way if I grew up in Paris or New York or Hong Kong my whole life? Does even the extraordinary become ordinary after awhile?