Drop everything, go to the airport and pick the next flight outta here?
I have been feeling like this for the last few weeks, I feel like everything has gotten on top of me and I don't know where to turn next.
I want to see things I've never seen, and meet people I've never met. Make memories from the unexpected joys of travelling.
During the Christmas break of 2014/2015 I took my first overseas flight to England. I spent my first few days in an adorable little town called Colchester, I had Yorkshire puddings with my Christmas lunch, walked the dog through muddy forests and watched the Queens speech on TV at lunch.
From there I ventured to my first Contiki, through Europe.
I saw a live sex show in the Red Light Disrict in Amsterdam, consumed copious amounts of pork knuckle and beer in Germany, shopped til I dropped (heavy from all the pasta) through Italy, ate snails and took in the Moulin Rouge in Paris and had my first Guinness pint in Dublin. It was amazing, and after 5 weeks it left me wanting more.
It has taken me close to a year and a half, but I am finally setting off again, only for three weeks, but thats three weeks more than I would have done otherwise.
So, LA, baby, I'm coming for you! Show me what you've got!!
