You know when you're on the brink of doing something that you KNOW you'll regret, but you do it anyway? I was just on a friend's Facebook profile and saw that she had several albums from places she'd traveled to recently. Italy, Germany, Slovakia, Capri, etc. Before I even clicked on one, I knew I would hate myself. I was right.
BAD IDEA.
I can't begin to describe the urge I have to travel more. It's like an addiction. It's like I'm completely consumed by it and can't get it out of my mind. Have you seen the movie Sister Act with Whoopi Goldberg? She's a showgirl disguised as a nun who teaches her class how to sing. At one point, she tells one of the characters, "If you wake up in the morning and can't think of anything but singing, you were meant to be a singer." Or something like that.
That's sort of what this is like. I know I've been to some places -- Australia, Montana, Minnesota and Canada -- but I want to travel EVEN MORE after seeing them. I want to go to Alaska, New York, Greece, Ireland and Africa. I don't know why I'd have such a strong passion for something if I wasn't meant to do it.
It's not like I hate being home. I love having a place of my own to come in the evening, a familiar place to wake up to or a place to visit my family. I love getting to know the people around me and being plugged in to a community. Nothing is quite like home...And I certainly don't want to live out of a suitcase. But I want to see these places SO badly I can hardly stand it. I think I'd have a heart attack if I felt like this 24/7.
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Saturday, October 11, 2008
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