The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page
Wanderlust doesn't even begin to describe it.
The desire to go out and explore.
The desire to leave behind whatever is troubling you and find peace in another existence.
The idea that there is more than just what we see, what we encounter
That there must be more, as Belle says so lovely in Beauty and the Beast, to this provincial life.
|On the road. Charleston, West Virginia|
It creeps up ever so often. The need to just pack a bag and go. Sometime a trip fulfills the adventure for now, but more often then not it leaves me wanting more (and therefore destroys my bank account further).
Now I'm not the most adventurous or outgoing of individuals in the common concepts of the idea. I'm not the girl who could walk into a bar in a foreign city and make friends with all the locals. I'm not the girl who finds out a strangers life story on the train.
But the adventure comes from going, exploring and absorbing a culture, a people, a place through observation and experience.
I could sit at a cafe in a square in Italy all day with an espresso, a biscotti and a journal, observing the life that passes around me.
I could drive through the middle of Indiana, get stuck in a cornfield, and have an impromptu photo shoot for an hour because I can.
|Sunset on the Great Salt Lake|
|San Fran by the Bay|
And in return, we must see what we have to offer the world.
As Woodrow Wilson once said, "You are not here merely to make a living. You are here in order to enable the world live more amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget that errand." Wherever the wanderlust takes you, use it to make the world a better place, whether it through a small act of kindness (ala Mother Teresa) or through a larger plan God may have for your life there.
|In Bloom, Washington, D.C.|
|Fourth of July, Charles River, Boston, Ma.|
|Castaway Cay, Eastern Carribbean|
|Sea Isle, New Jersey|