Wanderlust
It might sound normal, everybody wants to travel. Everybody wants to go somewhere. Those places where we can get lost in, where we find ourselves unknown, where we are strangers, yet it feels good. It feels like we belonged there at that time. Hearing those foreign languages we don’t understand, but it’s exciting. Everything is thrilling, everything is new, everything is good. Getting lost on the way, visiting new places, it all seems good.Â
I miss that. I miss those travel trips I’ve been to. I miss those countries I grew to love visiting. I miss the fresh air. I miss the time difference. I miss the long plane rides. I’ve enjoyed them. No matter how everyone seems to complain about the cramps, the long hours, yet I enjoy them. I miss the feeling of being in an airport I have never been to, meeting people with different cultures and just seeing the rush of the airport. I miss getting into taxis, two buses and being a foreigner. I miss going to little shops to find little souvenirs to bring home, to taste the food I have never even known. I am just consumed by wanderlust.











