Kribbeln im Bauch.

Do you remember? I had the same post- title a few years ago, followed by the most awful gay song in the world.

This time it is not about a cheesy song. It's about the tickling feeling, when your stomach don't know where to go best, when your fingers can't stand still and your mind is far away from your body. The chest hurts and all you want to do is shout out loud. You become kind of a weirdo. And people might think you need brain surgery.
The truth is, all you need is to set off. Start the engine, slip the seat back, put in good tunes. And start the journey. It's never about the destination, it's always about the journey. The trip itself. To be able to decide. Where to go and where to stay. Where to see the sun setting and where to see it rising. The feeling of walking on the wild side. Even when you' re just around the corner of your home.