That Bug Called Wanderlust.

These last few weeks (pah – years) I have been suffering from a horrible problem. It’s been on my brain constantly and with it being fairly quiet at work, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.

I have a case of chronic wanderlust.

With this year’s holiday coming up, I am starting to think about 2016 and beyond. Because you always need holidays planned, I personally need something to look forward each year.

For 2016 I have been jumping between the idea of India and Japan, then I think about how much of Europe there is to see. Then there is the US and Canada.

Lycian Rock Tombs, Dalyan - Turkey.
Lycian Rock Tombs, Dalyan – Turkey.

I can’t make up my mind – I just want to go everywhere.

So why don’t I?

Why can’t I travel full time? Or go off for three months at a time? Well, the answer is I could. I could just go, train, plane, on a bike or even walking. People do it all the time, so why don’t I.

What’s holding me back real life. Bills and what not, and in the grand scheme of things, I don’t even really have that many responsibilities. People manage to make travel their career, and whilst I would love to do that, life is a vicious circle.

I need to work full time (and more) to be able to live just outside of London and commute in every day, so that leaves no time for me to travel and do weekend breaks and write about them, which I would need to do to even think about having the option to become a traveler.

The Bahia Honda Rail Bridge - Florida.
The Bahia Honda Rail Bridge – Florida.

The Bahia Honda Rail Bridge – Florida.

Even if I took 2016 to save all my money, I couldn’t quit my job, So that means I would only have so many days holiday to cram in all I want to do  – which isn’t enough. That and I’d have no fun with my friends, which would be PANTS! I have good friends! I want to hang out with my friends.

But if I could – oh if I could, I would take my sweet time and make my way around the world.

I’m not precious – I don’t have high standards. I’d camp and hostel, I’d be doing it as cheap as possible still – once a cheapskate always a cheapskate.

I’d love to cycle the length of France, sampling all the wine and cheese. Make my way into Italy and then through Eastern Europe. I’d spend so much time exploring Aisa.

And Australia- Australia is Huge!

I even have a great idea for a series, be it blog or vlog, where I’d incorporate healthy eating and try to get healthy by eating the traditional food of the place I am in, and doing an exercise/ health related activity that is from the country as well.

It’s vague. But it could be brilliant. (And could also make a huge difference to my life too!) I am sure someone out there has probably done it, but if not – hands off lol! Let me do it 🙂

Sorry this is just one long whinging “I wish” post. As I said before, I could just go. But.

But.

But.

But.

Always a But.

Any advice for an aspiring travel writer? I’d love to hear it.
-Amanda.

Conwy Castle - Wales.
Conwy Castle – Wales.
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2 thoughts on “That Bug Called Wanderlust.

  1. Well, I do understand all your points. But what we do often are “just” weekend city trips – it’s so good to be out for just one night and to have two days to explore and see something completely new! Doesn’t even have to be out of the country though ..

  2. Oh no- I totally get that! I never meant any “just” about it. It’s more a case of I don’t even have time for that at the moment and its something I need to work on. Right now I think I just have the urge to get away lol. Once the outdoor theatre I work at during the summer is closed and I go back to just one job I’m really going to work on it. Small steps at a time to persuade myself that I CAN do whatever I want to do. Thank you for reading and commenting!! 🙂

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