Itchy Travel Feet

I found myself on Google Flight checking out prices. I looked at returning to New York, top of my list. I also checked for ballpark figures on flights to Sao Miguel, Portugal to visit the geography my parents recall in their stories. I also checked Toronto, Saskatoon, Regina, and Edmonton. Montreal also looks like another choice.

I have a case of wanderlust.

My family wonders about the car I will buy. I already owned a car, took care of it, and eventually it gave out. It did take me to places I needed and for short road trips to places like Gimli and Hecla. I want to head out more while I still can in my life. I want to fill my head with stories and write them down. Sometimes I close my eyes on the bus and picture the tall buildings in New York, the masses of people getting to somewhere or anywhere.

I do reply ‘dudes let’s look at the bank account first’ at those impulses.  I have a bi-fold, sliding pantry door that keeps going off its hinges. It needs a do-dad, the scientific name I give to some small parts. I also want to get new blinds and curtains. I also want to go off to parts unknown.

People remark about the luxury I have of picking up and taking off. I don’t have a partner or children, therefore; it must be so easy to plan a trip. Let’s start with I work hard to maintain a home base. Every paycheque it’s about having food and shelter covered, and a mortgage means not everything can ‘drop’ so quickly. Plus, it’s only me. I don’t have a 6’2 bloke who’s handy with a screwdriver. (I do have one in mind, but he doesn’t know I exist.)

I will keep looking at Google Flight, piecing together possible destinations for that next adventure.