I've got the travel bug again, desperately ready to start planning my next big trip. Half the fun for me is in the anticipation and planning so the trip doesn't even have to be anytime soon, I just need something extraordinary to look forward to to help me get through the ordinary, mundane days of my life.
"And I'm on the edge
Of an endless fall
Sure enough
He's come to call
Got to go now
Get on that bus
Me and the wanderlust"
I wish I had somewhere planned but my husband's neither a planner nor big on traveling. I feel guilty considering going without him even though I'll probably break down and go somewhere next year. I've got a list as long as my arm of places I want to visit for the first time but my heart keeps pulling me back to visiting England. I felt very much at home there when I visited last year and there's still so much I didn't get to see!
