wanderlust

I want to travel the world.

I want to backpack around Europe.

I want to go on a road trip with my friends in America.

I want to grab a plane to an unknown destination.

I want to go somewhere where Autumn is really Fall so that I can step and hear the red crunching leaves under my feet.

I want to make a snow angel.

I want to stand under the Eiffel tower and have coffee and a bagel.

I want to start each year in a different city.

I want to go to New York, Connecticut, Los Angeles, Broadway, San Francisco, Chicago, Boston.

I want to walk in Central Park.

I want to go to London and see the Peter Pan statue.

I want to go to Africa and spend some time with each of the different tribes.

I want to photograph strangers from all over the world and put them on my wall.

I want to make friends with other wanderers with whom I'll never be in touch.

I want to photograph a war.

I want to sleep under the stars.

I want to eat spaghetti in Italy and taste 'vino' in the vineyards in Tuscany.

I want to have 'fromage' in France.

I want to go to Starbucks.

I want to visit a forgotten country in America and sit in the yet-to-be-remodelled cafeteria and write a book.

I want to wander.

I want to leave this place and come back only when I've had enough. Probably never.