A woman strolls around a park in Hiroshima, Japan (2008)
I have that itch again. Don’t worry, it’s nothing gross. I have the itch to travel. I want to meet people who live lives that I could never even imagine. I want to do something spontaneous like decide less than 24-hours in advance that I am going Great White Shark diving. I want to get lost on a rickshaw in India. I want to be told by a woman in a Hong Kong market that I need the “Extra, Extra Large” dress (even though I’m a size 8). I have the need for those moments that seem completely disastrous, but later make great stories. I have the need to travel.
PS: All of those things above actually happened to me. You can read about them here.