In which the author admits that she is feeling rather lusty...
...wanderlusty that is.
I've been plagued by itchy feet of late. I will be going on vacation in March, to Spain & Morocco with my brother, and I'm looking forward to it, but I don't think it is either contributing to or likely to cure my current wanderlust.
When I was in school, everything was broken into years. Anything particularly heinous (like gym, or calculus) could be counted down (a technique I highly recommend). The same thing applied when I was in Korea, counting down to various trips and traveling opportunities, and counting down the number of kindergarten classes left (on par with gym or calculus, even on a good day). However, living the life of a grown up with a full time job with no specific expiry date, not measured one year at a time, is proving difficult. I find that I want some ELSE, possibly because there is no expiry date.
Robin posted a link awhile ago about sleeping in airports, and while that is something I am not particularly wanting to do (though I will likely be dragging out the old blue backpack for one final hostel-and-train-and-traveling-on-the-cheap extravaganza), I WOULD like to be this guy: http://www.wherethehellismatt.com/, except maybe for the dancing (if I could find a sponsor to pay for me to stand in front of things eating crepes and drinking Fanta, I would be set). It looks awesome, doesn't it? Traveling, blogging and writing about awesome places? I'd love to do that...maybe for a year.
I've been plagued by itchy feet of late. I will be going on vacation in March, to Spain & Morocco with my brother, and I'm looking forward to it, but I don't think it is either contributing to or likely to cure my current wanderlust.
When I was in school, everything was broken into years. Anything particularly heinous (like gym, or calculus) could be counted down (a technique I highly recommend). The same thing applied when I was in Korea, counting down to various trips and traveling opportunities, and counting down the number of kindergarten classes left (on par with gym or calculus, even on a good day). However, living the life of a grown up with a full time job with no specific expiry date, not measured one year at a time, is proving difficult. I find that I want some ELSE, possibly because there is no expiry date.
Robin posted a link awhile ago about sleeping in airports, and while that is something I am not particularly wanting to do (though I will likely be dragging out the old blue backpack for one final hostel-and-train-and-traveling-on-the-cheap extravaganza), I WOULD like to be this guy: http://www.wherethehellismatt.com/, except maybe for the dancing (if I could find a sponsor to pay for me to stand in front of things eating crepes and drinking Fanta, I would be set). It looks awesome, doesn't it? Traveling, blogging and writing about awesome places? I'd love to do that...maybe for a year.