Wanderlust is what they call it; an insatiable desire to see, hear, smell, and taste more.
More diversity, more picturesqueity, more depth, more generosity…
I could pick up and go at the drop of a hat. Or better yet, don a Panama hat.
The getting there is as much the arrival as the destination is the journey:
Airports, airplanes, books, mags, music. Sitting, thinking, staring, moving. A time deadline; it’s strict but not in a demanding way, just the sort of help you need to move you along from the aforementioned pleasures.
It’s hard to choose a favorite. Natural beauty is the most compelling to my soul. Fresh ocean air cannot be matched. Sand in my toes, salt in the air, a humid breeze wafts my hair. That is perfection. But the alternative is not so bad – the drama and rush and boxiness of a city has its own flair.
I love to go, it’s hard to stay. But all the time of rest in-between makes those few days much more deep, more meaningful! And thankful.