Wanderlust. noun. “a strong desire to travel.” I first learned this word when a girl from my arts high school had it tattooed on her foot. I am most consumed with a strong desire to travel. Lately I’ve been thinking about the places I want to go, the place I may want to live. The world is so big and filled with amazing things. I want to see views that make me feel in awe of the world’s wonders. I want to experience places that make me feel alive. Mountains, oceans, and caves, but also cities with new things to explore and discover, and new people to meet.
I’ve been fortunate enough to visit some lovely places, mostly in the U.S. North Carolina, Philadelphia, Orlando, West Virginia, New Jersey, Atlanta, Las Vegas, and Barcelona. Living in New York, I’m able to explore the concrete jungle that is Manhattan, and the cultural joy that is Brooklyn. I’ve also enjoyed seeing a bit of the places upstate. I just love how diverse New York is, with everything from exciting city life to vineyards to farmland. It’s fantastic.
Usually when I travel, it’s to visit family, which is good. Family time is wonderful. But I would like to travel more as a tourist. I really want to go to Maine, Vancouver, and California. I’d also like to see Norway, Copenhagen, Switzerland, and Dublin. It’s always nice to discover places you never even knew existed, or to look into planning a trip somewhere and realizing it’s more beautiful than you imagined.
I also want to explore new things closer to home. There’s so many interesting things and places out there. But I’m also content to be where I am. Each day brings its own gifts and possibilities. Sometimes the simple things are all you need.