Today I want to talk about something that is…well, I don’t know what it is. I guess it would be best described as my feelings. I don’t like to talk about my feelings, mostly because who really cares anyway. But today I want to share. And maybe someone else out there reading this can relate.
I’m bored! There, I said it.
When we are out seeing this beautiful country, I am so happy and in love with what we are doing. Everyday is a new adventure. When I wake up in the morning inside of my traveling van, I never know just what kind of thing we will be doing. Maybe we will be swimming in freezing cold water in the middle of the desert. Maybe we will be salmon fishing with some old salt dog. Maybe we will be riding horses with a stranger on the beach.Or maybe we will just be hanging out around the fire reading and enjoying each others company.
Coming home from our trips is always a drag. For me, it means back to the same old things. Every week it’s the same things, at the same time, with the same people. How boring! Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for my life. I am very fortunate that my husbands provides well enough for us that I can stay home with the children and educate them. And it is not my husband and children that bore me, I love being with them.
I was talking to a friend some time ago and he informed me that I suffer from what is called “wanderlust”. He said he suffers from it too and it is not likely to go away.
“Wanderlust is the strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore.” -Wikipedia
I guess if I am going to suffer from something, wanderlust isn’t such a bad thing. It is easily curable. All I have to do is get out there and mosy around.
-Written by Amanda
Not all who wander are lost