There is serious disease out there and it seems as though I'm the latest victim of this little known of affliction.
Wanderlust.
Simply put, wanderlust is a strong, innate desire to rove or an ache to travel about.
It's symptoms are similar to a drug addiction, once you've experienced Wanderlust, you can't get enough. No matter how brief, cheap or small your latest hit was, now that the taste is back on your palette, you must get another fix. You search for a way to get it. You fantasize about it, yearn for it, uproot your life for the chance to experience it just one more time.
Trying to kick your addiction and join the "real world" is almost too much to bear. The thought of never getting another taste, the realization that all your experiences could now just be part of your past.
The past tense is one of the scariest realities for a Wanderlust sufferer. Wanderers spend their lives in the future; dreaming of the places they going to go, the people that they will meet, the things they may someday experience.
My lust is too strong. I have to find a way to wander again.
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