Well, I have officially caught the travel bug.
And while I could very easily mix up a repellant including all the logical reasons why I can't act on impulse right now. I don't want to.
I want to let myself dream.
I want to let myself delight in aspirations.
I want to go.
Anywhere and everywhere and be spontaneous, letting myself live by the desires of my heart.
I want to see.
The tallest mountains, the clearest swimming holes, the exclusively hidden camping spots, the twinkle of the most distant stars in the universe.
I want to do.
The insane journey into the unknown on that train or that plane or cab or bike or camel or boat or chopper or bobsled or whatever!
I want to experience.
The culture and the people and the everyday things that have become second nature in the schedules of the locals.
I want to be.
Alone in my kayak. Journaling in the light of a camp fire. Deep in conversation on the side of a mountain. Wiping away tears from contagious laughter. Praying alongside the people of a religion I have never practiced.
I want to taste.
The freedom of living for myself. And dishes around the world served with things I never even knew existed.
I want to feel.
Connected to the land and the community and the life.
I want to live the most vibrant existence there is available.
I want to pack up my life into a backpack and not come back until I am fully saturated with this world.
