This is all I can think about:
I can’t help it. I see a plane in the sky and I’m immediately itchy – possessed by wanderlust. Whenever this time of year comes around, I feel like I’m supposed to be packing, booking, sorting, cleaning, and storing to get ready to go to some far off land for awhile.
It might not happen this year. At the same time, I doubt that. There’s too much out there to see. There are streets I’ve never walked on before. People I haven’t met. A language I’ve never spoken.