wanderlust [won-der-luhst]: n. An innate, very strong or irresistible impulse to rove or travel about.
I am deeply affected by this strong desire to travel. I have this yearning to see the world, to visit new places, to experience every place on the planet (not beyond, though, I don't think I'd like the spaceship ride).
I feel as though I've done a decent job, so far, in my adventures. I've made it to 7 countries (8 if you include my own - I don't). I've been to 5 out of 7 of the wonders of the world. Or at the very least, where they once stood, since only one remains in existence today.
And yet, those 7 different countries, those dozens of little (and not so little) towns, just haven't fulfilled my cravings to see the world. Every day my list gets longer; every day my map gets filled with more thumb tacs.
There's just too much to see.
Only not enough time.
Or money.
I stalk airline tickets, train tickets, and hotel rooms on a daily basis. I dream of the places I'll get to go. The people I'll meet. The things I'll get to see.
Sometimes I believe my life would be simpler if I did not have this strong, innate desire to travel and see the bounds of this world. It would be much cheaper, that's for sure.
But I cannot deny the longing inside me. The cravings for new, different places.
It's driven me as far as planning a solo trip to Europe this summer. On the menu are: DC, London, Edinburgh, Dublin, Brussels, and Bruges. In 12 whirlwind days.
People sometimes look at me as though I'm crazy for considering it. For flying halfway across the globe to see these places. To do it alone, as a single, young female. And I very well may be.
But the wanderlust just cannot be controlled.
After all, it is a strong, irresistible impulse.
One that cannot be ignored. One that must be listened to.
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