Since returning from my short but enjoyable trip, I’ve been plagued by those aching feelings of lust for travel.
They make me feel guilty; I just had an adventure, shouldn’t that be enough? Maybe, but I find going travelling only heightens my desires to explore. First world problems indeed.
My personal method of fighting these feelings is to employ hair of the dog (travel edition).
Very loose draft plans for my next trip are already bouncing around in my head. I would love to go backpacking in Europe with Sam for several months, hopefully at the end of next year. I’m ridiculously excited by the prospect.
Before we went to NZ I dropped uni for the semester, and I think I’ll defer next year. I’m not in the right headspace and am thinking of moving to a different course anyway. The good part about that is I’m free to work full time now, so we could potentially save enough to make our ideas actually happen.
The main hitch in my plan is that I’ve had no luck finding jobs so far. Waiting to hear back is pretty draining. Someone hire me!