With a little over two weeks before my next vacation, I must admit that I’m barely hanging in there. I’ve been feeling this way for quite some time now and even though it is still technically February, my last time on a plane was early December. I think the worst part of a trip is the journey back home, but the time in between vacations comes in at a strong second. This is a major part of the reason that I always say I need to travel at least every other month, but travelling indefinitely is the goal.
To cope in between vacations I still try to lead an active lifestyle. I discover and rediscover new things in the city that I live. I go out to old and new restaurants and try new brunches. I’m always on the hunt for a new happy hour. Free museum day? I’m there. But there is no substitution for boarding an airplane to somewhere you have never been. There’s nothing like submersing yourself in a new culture, in a new time zone, surrounded by new people you’ll never see again. No matter how much I keep busy and stay active, I’m still anxious and ready to go like yesterday.
I say all of this to say, it’s pretty difficult to live in the present when you know you’re future will consist of days lounging on the beach and absorbing every drop of Vitamin D possible. It’s hard not to count down when authentic Asian cuisine will be your daily diet for a few weeks. How can I not daydream about the cathedrals and other architecture that you just cant photograph wrong even if you tried. This is my life in between vacations…simply looking forward to the next. Eek! This can’t be life!