Wanderlust

Once again, I am feeling the call of the wanderlust. The gypsy blood running through my veins seems to gain strength during rough and troublesome times. I find it hard to resist the urges to take off somewhere, anywhere....I have to say a prayer of gratitude for the events and circumstances that are at this moment preventing me from doing just that. However, that does not, in itself cause my wanderlust to abate. I must find a way to satiate that part of myself, unfortunately, perhaps fortunately, it is usually done via books and now, frequently, the internet. I can travel via the proverbial armchair to any place in the world that I choose and still be here for my family. And that is what I want, I don't want to leave my family, in fact, had a gypsy wagon large enough, I would pack them all inside it and take off to parts unknown. lol Of course, I don't know how long any of us would last in such close quarters.

But honestly, I am vascillating between wanting to hunker down and hibernate the winter, which has only just begun, away, to wanting to take off and leave it all behind. I am in a state of flux, unsure where to go next with my life plans and what direction to take. It seems that no matter what, there is always something to knock the wind out of me every step of the way. I wonder sometimes how I can go on, and yet, I do and things eventually get better. So for now, I will pacify my gypsy soul with beautiful photos and literary visions of places far and away. Peace.