Part of the reason that I have been finding it difficult to keep up with regular posts at the moment is because this blog is a constant reminder of everything I have achieved, and everything that I did while I was travelling. In case you hadn’t already guessed, by the name of this whole blog, I have an overwhelming and incurable case of Wanderlust. This blog is a constant reminder that last year I was travelling, and seeing new places and doing new things and recently that is all that I can think about.
Lately, I spend way too much time on airline websites, looking up the prices of flights to pretty much every country going – and if I add one more travel blog to my favourites bar I think even my laptop might look at me like I’m losing it.
I am itching to travel more than I ever have in my entire life. It’s all I can think about when I’m at work, when I’m at home, or scrolling through instagram. Everyday I walk the same route to work, and then I go out to the same coffee shops and the same bars at night – and don’t get me wrong, I do love it. I love my job, and I love my friends, and I love my town. I just wish that I could take a little break and just go somewhere completely different.
That is the problem with Wanderlust, and I have learnt over the years that it is something that I am probably going to be dealing with for most of my life. I know that I am not going to be satisfied until I have set foot in every country, met every person and tasted every kind of food. And I know that this dream is, in reality, pretty impossible but that’s what I think about. There’s so much to see, and so much to do, and I can feel this inexplicable pull inside my chest telling me just to go – buy a one way ticket somewhere and just explore somewhere that I’ve never been.
Hopefully that day will come soon.