I’ve had a severe case of wanderlust these last few days. I’ve been dreaming about people I know abroad and miss, about places I’ve never been to and about places I long to visit again. I’ve woken up sad, laughing, angry, happy… and tired. Most of all, I’ve woken up tired this whole damned week. I’ve been so busy in my dreams that when the alarm sounds I don’t feel I’ve had any sleep at all.
Still 20 days to my next trip, and already eight weeks since I returned from my last, I feel as restless and as misplaced as ever. Sure, these last seven days I’ve been busier than I was the whole of February, but still… Still I long for more. Always more.
Some sort of medicine to this illness of sort is writing the travel blog. I like learning new things about places, but I also like writing about own memories and quirky experiences. For instance the amazing visit to the vineyard a few summers ago. And then sometimes, when waiting for inspiration or confirmations from specific places I want to feature, I just sit down and write something general. Like yesterday when I had half an hour time over and wrote a draught on an airport survival guide. Today when returning to the post I realised it wasn’t a draught, it was an almost finished text. I only had to rearrange some of the sections and find a few pictures. Yay. At the end of that post I put in a link to a funny safety demonstration video. Be sure to check it out!
Anyway. This post goes out to all of you wonderful people I know all over Europe. I miss you, and I can’t wait to see you all soon, be that in Brussels, Paris or Stockholm.