Wanderlust, Wanderlust why do you do this to me?

So, here’s something about me that most people don’t know… I have a serious case of wanderlust, and it is truly serious.

I always have the urge to travel and explore the world around me, to see what happens in the places I’ve never been. I think it’s because I have this irresistible urge to be free, to never be tied down. There’s a quote that has quickly become my favorite (and a possible future tattoo) “I’m built to fly away, I never learned to stay.”

Sometimes I feel like life is a prison, always capturing me, keeping me in a gilded cage, alive but never truly living. I get up, go to work, come home, see the people that I love and go to sleep. But every time I’m laughing and enjoying myself that feeling of capture is growing in my chest. I’ve always had the desire to pack a backpack and just leave. Send my parents and the people I love postcards letting them know where I’ve gone and just disappear into the sunset.

 First I’d travel the US. I’d go back to Hawaii, just because I love it, then Alaska to see the Aurora Borealis. I’d travel to see some of the most beautiful mountains, rivers and valleys in our country, then I’d do all of the things I’ve always wanted to do: hike to Machu Picchu, pray in the temples of Greece, the pyramids of Egypt, join a ritual in the middle of Stonehenge, even swim in the Galapagos. I’d get spiritual in Bali and adventurous in Amsterdam, and enjoy the most beautiful places in the world.

My wanderlust is one of the reasons I find being a writer, an author even, to be such an attractive career for me. Not only do I love literature, but it’d be easy to write wherever the wind blew me. I’d just explore the world, gather intel and some inspiration, write when I could and send my pages to my publisher; the perfect job for me.

Every few years or so, when my eyes grew tired of the sights around me, and my heart pulled me toward the sea I could come home and recharge. I could get back into the day to day grind of going to work, getting the groceries, going out for coffee with my best friend, and eventually it would lead to some fresh eyes.

Whenever my urge to leave came back I’d pack a bag, spread my wings and just be free.
Is it so bad to want to be free?

Not all those who wander are lost
J.R.R. Tolkien


Freedom is never dear at any price. It is the breath of life. What would a man not pay for living?
Mahatma Gandhi