I should be sleeping. Or, at least getting ready to go to sleep. I’m tired. I can feel how tired I am. I’ve been tired for days. I’ve been depriving myself of sleep. Not on purpose. It’s just … it’s been almost a year since I have been anywhere … and, something inside of me has awoken the past week or so.
I’ve felt that burning in my blood again.
That anticipation of not knowing what’s next.
That “world is my oyster” feeling again.
Hello, old friends.
It’s how I felt when I quit my job. When I high-tailed it out of America to go and see the world.
This time, it’s a little different.
I have a definite date back to Las Vegas.
I have cute clothes in my backpack.
I have plans. Well, as many plans as you can have: I know where I am sleeping; I have my reservations at the Elephant Nature Park. I have a time and place designated for where I am meeting Katie.
The rest? Nahhhhh.
I may be just going on holiday, but I still have that long-term traveler inside of me.
Just waiting for permission to come back to the surface …