Thursday, June 09, 2011

The Bug

You would think that I'd be happy to stay put for a while.

I did, after all, just spend 12 days traipsing to the East Coast to spend a couple nights in Connecticut and NYC, a nine-day jaunt to India and then another night back in the Big Apple.

For some people, that sounds like enough travel for an entire calendar year.

The thing is, I am not sated. In fact, I am hungry to plan excursions aplenty to places far and wide.

My finger twitches, and then all of a sudden I find myself Googling about trips to Montreal or New Orleans or Colorado. I pour over last minute travel websites, comparing offers for whirlwind weekend getaways to places near and far.

I check Orbitz over and over and over to compare ticket prices for an anticipated trip to Atlanta next month.

I am awash with wanderlust. And I don't know why.

Introspection came as I toddled along on Metro's Route 45 this morning. There I was, reliving my youth and listening to Billy Joel's Greatest Hits, when the Piano Man himself crooned, "I can see a time coming when I'm gonna throw my suitcase out."

It's a lyric tied to the idea of settling down and being in love.

For the rest of us - do we keep traveling, going places, seeking the inspiration that will make us still?

The ink in my passport is barely dry, and I'm already contemplating a lofty, lusty adventure to someplace exotic for my 35th birthday. Buenos Aires? Rome? Athens?

I want to see more. I want to do more.

And I think it's because I want to be more.

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