Maybe it’s the cold, maybe it’s cabin fever, maybe it’s knowing spring is coming but won’t be here soon enough. I start to daydream about warm places, sunny places, exotic places.
‘Here’ – at the moment – is cold (even though we haven’t had any snow to speak of this winter, an arctic blast or two did blow through here). ‘Here’ is bleak. ‘Here’ has gray skies and bare trees. ‘Here’ is familiar. And maybe that’s it. Not so much that it’s gray or cold really, but that it’s familiar. I want something unfamiliar. Something new. Something with color. Something else to scratch off the bucket list. Something to look forward to and something to talk about for six months to come. A trip to the mall just doesn’t cut it.
Browsing through brochures and internet sites of faraway places, I strive to pick a destination for my next vacation but that only intensifies the wanderlust, makes the itch even harder to scratch.
I want to grab my camera bag and a toothbrush and head for the train station or the airport, and just go.
A cruise? Safari? A camel ride across Egyptian sands? How about a shopping spree through a
bazaar? The daydreams help, for a bit. But I won’t be satisfied until I take
the plunge – make the commitment. Pick a destination.
Addiction is like that. It teases you, tempts you, seduces you into your next fix.
My name is Maureen – I’m a travel junkie.
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