Posted on August 9, 2013 at 7:58 pm by Julie in Uncategorized
Bitten by the bug?
It started with a mild but tolerable itch. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at first. I ignored the early signs blaming my mood on the weather. Time went by and the sensation developed into unexplained irritability. More time brought about increased symptoms of snippiness, stir-craziness, severe boredom and longing to be somewhere else.
My tortured husband finally took a stab at diagnosis. It had been 8 months since our last adventure and we had nothing on the calendar in the foreseeable future. Perhaps, he said tentatively, I had been bitten by the travel bug? He knows me better than I know myself. Without adventure and new experiences, my life loses meaning and I fall sharply into a rut. Some folks find security in the familiar but not me. It was time again to explore. I immediately went to work researching our next adventure.
Travel for a good number of people is therapeutic and ironically grounding. When you take time to leave your comfort zone, hop on a plane (this feat alone takes gumption these days), to be deposited somewhere completely otherworldly, you open doors to enlightenment. You invite reality into a life where traffic and grocery store lines and solicitor phone calls can ruin any afternoon. Get out of line… now… seriously.