Wanderlust Continued....

Tonight, I've been looking through pictures I took while I lived in Europe. I continued to feel this overwhelming need to travel. Since Monday, I've dreamt of traveling. I've written about traveling. I find myself constantly talking about where I'll go on the next trip.
I cleaned out the library's travel memoir section, and I find that I cannot stand to stop reading.
It isn't quite the trip I would have hoped for, but in those few moments I spend inside the pages, I do feel that I'm somewhere special and unique.
And yet, the feeling doesn't last after I close the book.
It's.time.to.go.