Uh-oh. It’s happening again. Every so often, no matter where I’m at, I often feel the urge to pack up and leave. The 6 month mark since I arrived is fast approaching and I’m starting to feel the desire to dust off my luggage, look up possible locations to fly to (Who am I kidding, everyone knows I wanna be in New York) and just leave.

I’ve been traveling regularly since I was ten months old. That’s probably one of the biggest reasons behind my love for airplane rides, wandering around cities I’ve never been to, going back to cities I love over and over, finding reasons to leave the country, never saying no when someone asks me to go, and never getting homesick. I got used to traveling, I fell in-love with it and now it’s a must do as much as possible if I want to keep my sanity intact.

Lately, my thoughts have been wandering towards swimming in the Pacific ocean, surrounded by the islands of the Galapagos, playing with sea lions and sea turtles and basking in the sun all day. This alternates with thoughts of Happy Hours at Fat Hippo in the Lower East Side, traipsing around the East Village, Ferry rides to Staten Island and getting on and off the subway. Once in awhile, El Jannah chicken in Granville floats in there somewhere, and I’m all of a sudden transported to Sydney, on the other side of the planet. I miss Glebe and Paddington Markets on Saturdays, I miss the whole laid back vibe of Sydney, and I miss having beaches so close to home.

Because of my intense desire and NEED to travel, I never save as much as I should, but I think the memories, experiences and lessons I learn are priceless. Already trying to figure out the money situation and see what can be moved around this year. :)