“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.”
Whenever I get travel weary, all I have to do is look back on the past 12 years and that crazee wanderlust lights it torch and blinds me once again. I have been called a vagabond, a gypsy, homeless in theory, among others. However, the words used would lead one to believe that I do not actually have a home. Anyone who knows me, knows that no matter where I lay my hat, Spokane is my home. I just have a natural urge to travel. I love the food, the sights, the drink, the sounds.
As much as I love to wander and roam… to me there’s really no better place than home. Until I am ready to go again. It’s the only real addiction I have.
“The world is full of wonderful things you haven’t seen yet. Don’t ever give up on the chance of seeing them.” ~J.K. Rowling
“Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness.” ~ Ray Bradbury
“You’re not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not… No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.” ~
“There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest; Their’s is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.”
Wanderlust: Angeline; amoralegria; usfman; fandango; henhouselady; blindzanygirl; footloose; mudgha; monkey