I’ve been dealing with Wanderlust lately.
As much as I enjoy living in this area, I’ve always wanted to travel. The world is so big, and there’s so much to see, and I just want to see it all. But lately my wanderlust has gotten especially bad. I think it’s got to do with several factors. With it being (almost) summer, I’ve had a lot of friends going on trips. At the time of my writing this, one friend is taking a cross-country trip to California. Two others are in Florida (separately). One just got back from Cancun. People are sharing their travel photos on social media. Confession time: I’ve been binge watching “Gossip Girl” lately. Laugh if you want. But the idea of being able to just buy a ticket, hop on a plane, and fly off to an exotic locale, as the characters often seem to do, is intoxicating. “Travel” is the decorating theme for my living room. I’m still in the “acquisition” phase of decorating, although I’ve moved past the “whatever is free” phase and into the “spending actual money” phase. But I’ve known for years the overall theme was travel. A trunk serves as a table (also, crafting storage). A world map is on the wall. A vase from Nicaragua (a gift from when my sister went there) is on a bookshelf, along with a tin in the shape of Big Ben. Minor details, and I’m not sure the theme is apparent to anyone but me yet, but I appreciate them. I was watching some videos an Anglophile blog I follow had linked to, about “how to survive traveling in London.” It’s been over six years since I’ve last gotten on a plane and gone somewhere. It’s been three years since I’ve been in any state that wasn’t Missouri, Arkansas, or Oklahoma. The videos made me wonder how much it would cost to go to London. A little under $1,300, round trip. Not terrible. Just about $1,200 more than I can afford right now. And that doesn’t count the cost of staying someplace, eating, paying admission fees into things I want to see, buying a phone card so I’d still have a way to contact people, purchasing souvenirs – although, if I skip the souvenirs, and only stay a week and a half, I could probably manage a trip for $2,500 quite comfortably. Exchange rate is fairly favorable right now, $1.68 to £1. I miss London. I need to go again. London is calling my name. I’m even willing to go on my own at this point. I’m a competent woman, capable of doing things on my own. I can see myself now, hopping on the Tube to go down to the V&A, stopping to grab a curry or chips (mmm, chips…). I can finally have my chance to see London properly, because I didn’t get to when I went last time. Except…I can’t. Because today, I have to go car shopping, since my car is (a) a hand-me-down from my mother, and (b) a ticking time bomb of 225,000 miles. And I have to pay the rent. And I have to buy food. And my paycheck is not something that stretches easily. So while the siren song of wanderlust sings to me, the real world is slapping me in the face and telling me to stop thinking about it. But knowing that it’s relatively affordable – well, maybe I’ll put some more effort into my savings account. Who else suffers from Wanderlust? Where do you want to go, and what’s stopping you?
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