It’s so easy to claim you’ve been bitten by the wanderlust bug but there’s a very compelling part of me that is also undeniably a creature of comfort, someone who wants to close the tabs on all the fare compare sites and my google calendar and hide under my comforter where I don’t have to deal with budgeting and administrative headaches that inevitably come with planning travel.. yet tomorrow I leave for Prague, and I’ll be feeling my way through Slovakia, Budapest, Istanbul and Paris respectively, my first time in all of them save for Paris
. Amidst all the planning and packing I find myself hoping against hope that no matter how many cities I visit and planes I board, I never lose that initial gasp of wonder and immense gratefulness as I first disembark and soak in the rays of another country.
Let me never reach the point where each new destination is no longer a big deal. Let me never be bored with this world.