After traveling to Boston this weekend, I’ve been reminded how much I love to travel. You see, I hate planning trips and I hate packing for trips. But once I’m in a new place, I just love it. Now I’m ready to plan all kinds of trips. They’re rejuvenating and fun and good for the soul, you know?
A couple of places on my must visit soon list: Atlanta, Charleston, San Francisco, the Hamptons, Savannah, Philadelphia…
Speaking of places to visit, have you seen these adorable Rebecca Minkoff pouches? I know a certain someone who is most definitely going to need the navy Nantucket one…
What places are on your list for traveling?
Have you heard of it?
I hadn’t… until California Funk explained it to me. And now I can’t get it off my mind.
Wanderlust- a German loanword- meaning a strong desire to travel
CF was showing me all these European (and gorgeous) places he wanted to go. I dismissed him because I was stressing over some homework assignment.
But then, the concept crept into my subconscience. The next thing I know, I’m craving to get in a car and drive across the country.
I mean, I seriously want to get in a car and drive for hours and hours and hours. I want to stop at every lame roadside tourist trap. I want to have the open road, ten books on tape, and a bag (or two) of twizzlers on my lap. I want to stand on the border of different states.
Am I crazy?
Has anyone else experienced this wanderlust?
If you could leave all your responsibilities behind, where would you go?