I have, yet again, been consumed with wanderlust.
It is a curse.
My greatest desire.
I have been getting quite settled in Aberdeen.
Everyone has been so great, so welcoming, so kind, so fun.
There have been a few hiccups along the way,
and that is to be expected.
but all of a sudden that itch has come upon me.
The itch to roam
Those of you how suffer from bouts of wanderlust will understand exactly what I mean
Will understand how it feels to want to live each day at a time by adventure at a time
I am going to America in a few weeks.
I will see so many things that I can't wait for...
The Grand Canyon
Temple Square in Salt Lake City
The Mormon Tabernacle Choir
Zion National Park
I am hoping that helps scratch the itch.
There is quite a possibility that it will worsen it.
A huge part of me is telling me that i need to settle.
I need to start saving for a flat
I need to find a man to cuddle in to on a cold winters night
I need to have a garden to grow vegetables
I need a fixed abode
A slightly lesser part, though increasingly louder part
Is telling me to go see those things I have always wanted to see
Life is short
Take the road less travelled
Travel the world
Learn its stories
Learn its lessons
Maybe my future is to be found in the nomadic life
I love Scotland
It has such a huge place in my heart.
I have some amazing friends here.
The move to Aberdeen really highlighted the strength of those friendships.
Unfortunately it also highlighted the fragility of others.
I don't doubt that those who care for me will make an effort to see me
wherever the wanderlust would take me.
And I would do the same in return
I am at my happiest when on an adventure.
Perhaps, it is time I start looking for a new one.
If I am brave enough to start all over again that is....