Wanderlust is hitting me.
We normally took one vacation a year. Sometimes big, sometimes small. Sometimes a cruise, sometimes a drive. It didn’t matter. We made time to get away.
This year there is nothing planned. Admittedly, money has been tight and I’m playing it cautiously as the future is uncertain. This has caused my Wanderlust to surface.
It’s not that I want to run away. It’s that I want to bring back.
Travel is a method for me to appreciate home and to bring back ideas for making home more comfortable, better, cozier, friendlier. I go to the islands to get inspiration for my little seaside cottage. I visit national gardens to inspire my landscaping attempts. I stroll the rooms of bed and breakfast inns to learn patience for restoration. Then I take my newly refreshed self back to the place I value the most…my home.
I view my family trips as something to look forward to. So no matter how bad of a day I have, there’s a little something in my back pocket I can pull out and remind myself, “Only 95 more days until I’m sitting on a deck chair with my toes in the sand…” Even a vacation 3 months away is powerful enough to spark my optimism today.
Right now, there isn’t anything on my horizon. Nothing planned, or even remotely considered.
I have to find a travel buddy first. This is where it gets difficult. All of my friends are married. And have kids, some of them in college. Which means tuition payments, traveling to school for visits, limited time with their children. And they don’t want to dedicate a week of their precious vacation time to going somewhere with me. I’m not upset by this. I recognize in the grand scheme of things family comes first. As it should. I’m in the friend camp.
My wanderlust will have to wait just a little bit… I need to find others in a similar situation. And that may prove to be as difficult as finding a spouse. After all, if you’re going to spend a solid week together you better be compatible, or that vacation will turn into a very short jail sentence.