When you become addicted to travel, it becomes like a drug. It’s like an itch that doesn’t go away. A shot of temporary euphoria that you are constantly trying to maintain and are willing to do almost anything for.Traveling changes you. It opens up the world beyond what’s around you and that in itself is addictive.
I always find it pretty interesting that you can go to a completely different part of the world and realize that life there isn’t that much different from that at home. People wake up, go to work/school/wherever, they eat, drink and pursue some type of leisurely activity with their friends/family/significant others. Where this happens is the only variable that changes. The more you travel, the more these things become interchangeable. There have been times where I’ve sat down to order a drink and I forgot where I was. Thoughts like “Where am I?” and “What language do I need to use?” often enter my mind. When I don’t travel for a while, I miss that.
I’m lucky in that I don’t suffer from jet lag, so time zones aren’t really an issue. There have been times though when I’ve been in three different time zones in two days. You tend to lose sense of where you are and what day/time it is. But the more you do it, the more you become okay with it. It becomes just another part of life.
Where am I going with this? you might ask. I’m getting a bit restless. A withdrawal, you might say. I haven’t traveled anywhere in what seems like a lifetime (in reality few months) and the itch is starting again. When I’m not travelling I read about foreign destinations, watch videos and scroll my Instagram feed to see the places I haven’t yet been to and fondly remember those I’ve already visited.
I also read stories told by others like me who live their lives by getting their travel fix. Today I came across a blog that perfectly summarized my inner struggle. In How to survive lethal case of wanderlust? Viivi Severina covers the points of how best to deal with the longing for travel. It hit the spot like a quick fix of a much craved drug. I spent the day watching Under the Tuscan Sun, Hector and the Search for Happiness, and Night Train to Lisbon.
I’ve been thinking of where to go next and when. There are a number of options before me, all very tempting. I’m also going to start planning my next trip, the itinerary slowly forming in my mind. Sometimes all you need is a little something to get you by. Till the next one. 🙂