The word basically sums up my entire thought process at the moment.
I leave the country in T-11 days, and I wasn’t very excited until right now. Usually at this time, I’d be packed already (yeah, I’m an eager beaver) with a full itinerary in hand, excursions planned to the 9 with a copy sent out to everyone on the roster and their Emergency Contacts.
This time? I didn’t even go shopping. I have no idea what we’re doing sans laying out on the beach and getting black, and frankly, I don’t care. It’s kind of the stance I’ve since taken on my entire life actually. Let go and let God, throw caution to the wind, que sera sera.
I haven’t been able to board a plane since starting treatment, and ever since the SECOND I finished that I’ve been staring at flights to anywhere and everywhere. I want to see the places I’ve never been given the chance to and I want to do it all now. Right now. At this very second.
Wanderlust. I have a strong desire to explore and wander the world. I also have the same feelings about my own city, and myself. I am a San Francisco native that drove down streets I’ve never been on last night. I saw a view that was nothing short of breathtaking and did it with someone who shares the same passion for exploration as I do. I’ve put myself in life situations as of late that the old me would have never done…. And I find myself intwined in a love affair…. with myself.
Sometimes I get to being absolutely ridiculous.
And it’s ok. Because I’m learning. I’m exploring. And I’m wandering to the edges of my boundaries, AND BREAKING THEM.
I am in a state of wanderlust. Walk with me to the end of the rainbow, or just point me in the right direction. Plus, I think I just like to say the word. =)