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I am constantly tugged at by wanderlust. Taraneh, your small comment sort of unleashed something in me.
Constant wanderlust. Get me out, get me moving, let me trek all over the place and be dissatisfied and homesick and angsty and let me move move move.
My life is the constant paradox of need: I want to be rooted and live in Kentucky. I want to travel everywhere, all the time, without stop. I want a home with all my books and so many babies and an herb garden and a big backyard with a tree for my kids to climb and a creek, and I want to be able to move around the world with only my Kelty backpack and my boots and my journal and books.
ARGH HOMEWORK I HATE YOU. Okay, back to work.
Constant wanderlust. Get me out, get me moving, let me trek all over the place and be dissatisfied and homesick and angsty and let me move move move.
My life is the constant paradox of need: I want to be rooted and live in Kentucky. I want to travel everywhere, all the time, without stop. I want a home with all my books and so many babies and an herb garden and a big backyard with a tree for my kids to climb and a creek, and I want to be able to move around the world with only my Kelty backpack and my boots and my journal and books.
ARGH HOMEWORK I HATE YOU. Okay, back to work.