you can take a girl off the road, but you can stop (her mind) from exploring
It is no mystery that I love travel. It excites me, gets me to jump out of bed in the morning, makes me hopeful, curious, energized, and is that subject that makes me want to hurl myself over the bar top table to the other side of a room at a cocktail party if I overhear someone talking about it in a conversation I’m not yet in.
Oh travel, no matter how much I try to not want, need, love you- I do.
Even when I’m enjoying the time and place of my first Sunday balcony breakfast plate of local farmers market fresh food at my new apartment:
…my mind drifts imagining myself sitting on some cobblestoned street in Spain or Italy sipping coffee with interesting company, or ponied up to the diner seat in middle of nowhere Nebraska chatting with that 86 year old local who’s lived there his whole life.
Ahh-yes, cultivating the nesty and the nomad. Sounds like a perfect balance to me.
It’s a good thing that “travel” doesn’t have to mean a plane ticket or 600 mile drive somewhere. It’s a good thing we can all find new things to explore- even in our own neighborhoods. My daydreaming mind of places far and wide are going to have to do for a while as I stay local during my Blue Lollipop Road home base challenge.