I don’t so much have itchy feet, it’s more a restless spirit. My desire to travel and see and experience the world overrides any desire to do anything else, except perhaps to write about it. I have no desire to have kids or get married and as I explained to a friend the other day, I don’t have time or the money for all that. There are just too many countries in the world that I want to see and I don’t want to waste my hard earned money on someone else.
I realise that probably sounds harsh. And many people don’t believe me. Most are caught up in the romantic delusion that I haven’t found the right person yet. When I do find the right one I will want to settle down. I know in my very core that this is not true, for me. Others can do whatever they like. If they fall in love and get married and have a billion children that is great! I don’t see why it’s not great that I’m going to do whatever the hell I like. It’s just lucky that I don’t really care what anyone else thinks.
I have been home for 2 months now and I’m in the planning stages of what I want to do next. I’m getting restless. But it could also just be that time of year. I am rather sensitive to the change in season and when there is the shift in the atmosphere and summer turns to autumn I feel it in my bones. When I see the leaves change it is time for me to have a change in scenery.
At the moment I’m itching to get back to England. I have a fantastic network of friends over there and I miss each and every one of them. It is what I think about before going to sleep, it is what I dream about and when I wake up with the sunlight in my eyes I am disappointed that I’m not there.
I feel the need to go somewhere new. I will start in England and maybe go to Spain and drink cheap wine. Maybe go to Italy. And for some reason I feel the urge to go to Morocco. Perhaps I need a place that doesn’t just look different but smells different too.
There are some places I have no desire to go to at all. For some reason Southeast Asia just doesn’t interest me. I would love to get to India but I think Romania will come before that. I like the idea of travelling Europe in one big chunk. Kind of like the Grand Tours that were a rite of passage for so many artists and writers in the 1800’s. Oh, Lord Byron, why don’t you have a modern day equivalent? I could quite happily be a modern day Jane Austen, though clearly less romantic more cynic.
And so the restlessness grows. I always thought I would travel while I was young and get it out of my system. But the older I get the more accepting I am of who I am. I am a traveller, an endless wanderer. The travel bug for me is more like a chronic illness, and it’s terminal. It was only a few years ago that I started telling people that I work to travel. When people ask what you do for a living it is hard to come up with an acceptable answer. But acceptable to who? Society? So I went for honesty over acceptance.
I get told that I’m brave or that I’m lucky. But really I’m just restless. I know what is in my nature and I don’t fight it. Add a comment below and let me know if you are restless too.