Wanderlust is typically defined as a strong desire or craving to travel. A German equivalent means an ache for distant places and perfectly describes this thing inside of me that has been so hard to verbalize. This thing, this ache makes me very often think of other places and spaces, worlds and people, time zones and natural phenomena spanning this great big Earth.
I get emails about travel, a couple of brochures, sometimes magazines, follow a few companies and even countries on Facebook, fairly often search for plane tickets or destinations' climates or organizations allowing ecotourism or volunteer opportunities. I have more links bookmarked than I care to admit. If I wasn't so enraptured with X, Y, and Z that bind me here, I would apply to The World Race to spend 11 months in 11 countries learning about their culture and society, serving and loving. If you mention a country or landmark or some news event, chances are high it will stick with me for a long while. I will probably research whatever.it.is. and daydream.
The draw is not waning to check every US state off my list (though I am aiming to) or visit many of the
1,000 Places to See Before You Die (though I do have a copy...or maybe Sarah has it...and am checking off places) or want to visit as many countries as possible. It is because I am invigorated and alive when I wander this planet. Waterfalls, rivers, oceans, trees, flowers, changing leaves, Spring grass, fog lifting, sunsets over a mountainous horizon, birds, bears, cracks in dried earth, natural bridges and arches. Saris and burqas, ponchos and fanny packs, knees covered and midriffs bared, accents and sayings, customs and traditions, places of worship and places of squalor, posh High Tea and free parks and museums, plains, trains, and automobiles. I love it all.
It peaks my curiosity and satisfies it too. It scares me and entices me. It begs me to be bold and adventurous while encouraging my quiet reverence. I see the people and places my Creator made and loves. I see what He designed with artistic passion, having fresh eyes when I go open-mindedly. When I leave my couch, I feel and see and hear Him. I retreat by going forward and outward. Traveling nourishes my soul in ways I have not experienced otherwise. Even for that reason alone, I go.