Wanderlust. Is that one word? Spell check (my dear old friend) hasn’t drawn its jagged red line, so I guess it is one word.
Wanderlust. Why me? That deserves an exclamation point too. Why me?! I have the life. All the comforts of a very nice life; caring husband, healthy happy child, family and friends, nice home in wine country, vacations, etc… Looking at this list, there’s something interesting -would most people list more “things?” I have mentioned my home I guess.
I even have a job now. When I started this blog I didn’t have one – that’s when the writing stopped. It took some time to get adjusted to the new way of life. Even my job is nice. Three flexible days a week at a tech company. The people are wonderful to work with and the environment is fantastic. There’s “beer on deck” on Fridays, where we all hang out. We had a “real” Christmas party this year. No one has an office, not even the CEO -he has an open work space like the rest of us. Mixed drinks on Thursdays. Home-made waffles. I could go on. You get the point.
All of this and I still want to leave. I come home from a trip (the latest was the Big Island), and I’m ok for a week or two. Then the ache starts. I long to go somewhere. I start checking Expedia for flights. That’s when my dear sweet husband tells me we just got home and can’t afford the time or money to go on another one now. I secretly mope and tell him “I know… I just like to look.” Which is true. I don’t mention the ache – the desire I have to explore.
I want to explore. No. I need to explore. But why?
Is it because my job isn’t mentally rewarding enough? During law school I had wanderlust, but not as bad. It’s something to ponder. I’ll think about it and write more. I’d love to hear what other people experience…