I often draw comparasions between myself and bilbo baggins at the very start of the lord of the rings. Constantly going over old maps, packing and unpacking as if about to head off on another great adventure. The restlessness and boredom of being stuck at home, in a place where life moves too slow.
Every now and again, my wanderlust kicks in. I find somewhere i want to go or an adventure i'd like to undertake and i put it on the back burner. Yes i'm quiet travelled by normal standards and i go on plenty of adventures but the big adventures, the ones I dream of have yet to come. Each time i come home, my mind wanders to my next trip, my next big adventure. I have a world map that i keep looking at. Its taunting me, teasing me, its calling for me. But "real life" (in particular the lack of money) keeps getting in the way. But one of these days, i'm going to put my rucksack on my back, walk out that door leaving the "real world" behind and see what the world has to offer me
Every now and again, my wanderlust kicks in. I find somewhere i want to go or an adventure i'd like to undertake and i put it on the back burner. Yes i'm quiet travelled by normal standards and i go on plenty of adventures but the big adventures, the ones I dream of have yet to come. Each time i come home, my mind wanders to my next trip, my next big adventure. I have a world map that i keep looking at. Its taunting me, teasing me, its calling for me. But "real life" (in particular the lack of money) keeps getting in the way. But one of these days, i'm going to put my rucksack on my back, walk out that door leaving the "real world" behind and see what the world has to offer me
