I’m sick. I have been suffering from a number of symptoms for a while now.
Just to name a few…
As these issues started to affect my daily life and decisions, I didn’t realize that these problems were an outpouring of a specific disease that I suffer from. I have finally taken it upon myself to claim a diagnosis.
A very strong or irresistible impulse to travel.
Such a shiny word for such an antagonizing disease. Yes, I am calling it a disease because of the way this desire affects my life. It’s like having a fear of commitment times 20. I live for the what-ifs and the maybes. I am constantly seeking out opportunities to get me away from where I am in the here and now. And all of these contribute to my indecisiveness.
I don’t even know where I want to go.
Back-pack through Europe?
Move to work at a South African Orphanage?
Go on tour?
Camp on a beach for a while?
Get me to all of these. Right now.
I hope that all of my friends and family at home don’t take this the wrong way. I love each and every one of you, and I always enjoy coming home. This feeling will never change.
I am just now discovering my heart’s love affair with traveling. As much as I claim it “affects” my daily life, I hope that it never goes away. I pray that my sense of wonderment, and adventure never fade. This earth and this life are precious gifts that are meant to be enjoyed and discovered.
For now, I will treat my disease as I travel a few more weekends with The Revolve Tour. And I will learn to make discoveries here, at home.
I challenge you to do the same. Get to know a stranger. Try a new recipe. Paint. Go for a walk. Read a book.
Make a discovery today, and fulfill your Wanderlust.