Fernweh
Today is brought to you by a sudden and overwhelming yearning to get off this island. It seems strange that I haven't left the UK in three years. I used to be on and off planes every few months, bouncing back and forth between here and Germany. Before that, I took ridiculous bus journeys all around Europe every summer.
The last proper holiday abroad I had was in 2008, visiting Carrie in Canada. I still count it as one of the best things I've ever done. I still can't believe it was that long ago. Last time I left the country was the trip to Eurocon in 2010, but I can't really count that - we went to visit my parents first, and my mental health took a dive off the deep end for the rest of the trip.
My job situation has been too precarious, and money too thin on the ground, for us to have a honeymoon this year. Now it's been more stable for a few months, I return to my old conviction that travel is one of the most worthwhile things I don't strictly need.
I want to see Iceland in the middle of summer, when it never truly gets dark. I want to take a ferry out to the Greek islands the cheapskate way, sleeping on the deck and watching the moon on the water. I want to spend a couple of weeks somewhere I can roll out of bed and walk out into dunes and down to the water's edge, where the air smells of summer and sea. All my best memories involve being sleep deprived and far from home.
The last proper holiday abroad I had was in 2008, visiting Carrie in Canada. I still count it as one of the best things I've ever done. I still can't believe it was that long ago. Last time I left the country was the trip to Eurocon in 2010, but I can't really count that - we went to visit my parents first, and my mental health took a dive off the deep end for the rest of the trip.
My job situation has been too precarious, and money too thin on the ground, for us to have a honeymoon this year. Now it's been more stable for a few months, I return to my old conviction that travel is one of the most worthwhile things I don't strictly need.
I want to see Iceland in the middle of summer, when it never truly gets dark. I want to take a ferry out to the Greek islands the cheapskate way, sleeping on the deck and watching the moon on the water. I want to spend a couple of weeks somewhere I can roll out of bed and walk out into dunes and down to the water's edge, where the air smells of summer and sea. All my best memories involve being sleep deprived and far from home.