It’s mid May, Summer is nearly here and once again I’m at a point when all I really want to do is hop on a plane and get lost somewhere new. I wake up and I can smell airports and horrible plane food but I crave these small delights the most.
After a weekend of great weather and BBQs. I woke up on a Monday morning, looked out at the blue skies and felt…different. Not knowing what this feeling was, I set out on my day. Met up with a friend for coffee, after a short conversation she had already diagnosed me as being in a State Of Wanderlust. My symptoms were clear.
I’ve never had the desire to be in the same place for a long time…routine is not for me. Since I was a kid, adventure always seemed to be the ultimate goal. New experiences were always priceless yet memorable treasures.
I have decided on my next trip. Somewhere hot, cultural with limited wifi. I have written it down, put it in my phone and added a potential date to my calendar. In the meantime I will google everything imaginable in my country of choice. WanderLust is a good feeling.
Photography – Anya Sandul