Jun 13, 2012 by Krysta
Somebody save me. Save me from the boredom, free me from the restlessness.
Save me from the monotony that is my life!
In other words... somebody buy me a plane ticket.
I don't know how to describe travel fever to somebody who has never experienced it. I'm not talking about a sniffly, runny nose and high temperature.... nope, not that kind of fever. Once you've been bit by the travel bug, the fever just keeps on coming back. Those of you who've been in my shoes know the feeling exactly. It's a ridiculous longing... a persistent yearning. You catch yourself staring at vacation photos for hours, wishing that traveling back in time was a realistic possibility. Home becomes undesirable, routine becomes excruciating. You drive your friends and significant other crazy with your sudden clinginess and fear of boredom. The only cure is more travel. I'm not positive, but it could be a life long condition.
We endure the pain for various reasons... whether it's a lack of sufficient funds, inability to get time off of work, or responsibilities like family or children. We suffer through it, waiting for the day to come when we can go off into the world and create new adventures.
Maybe this sounds cliche, but travel changed me as a person. High school me would have never, ever imagined wandering cities like London and Hong Kong all by myself. Or striking up conversations with strangers that would become life-long friends. The very thought was leagues out of my comfort zone. When I moved to Edmonton in 2005, I was afraid of walking to the grocery store alone... no word of a lie. It was a big city, therefore, I'd more than likely be shot. Travel gifted me with such an open mind and fearless attitude, and I fully endorse it to all of you shy, nerdy teenagers wondering what to do with your life... assuming you can deal with the side effects of a life long addiction.
I need a fix. I need it fast. I need ethnic food, foreign languages, and gorgeous landscapes that pose oh-so-perfectly for my camera. In the meantime, I need a paper-bag before I hyperventilate from the madness of it all. This may sound ridiculous to some of you, but I take comfort in the fact that there are people that will read this who know all too well just how crazy the fever can be.
When you spend 3 years hopping around the globe and then come back to stay in one place all of the time, it's only natural that you are going to fight some serious withdrawal. All this frustration induced blogging just because I opted to print photos and delved deep into the layover albums. I'm off to Sweden now... okay fine.... Ikea.