I try to keep a cool adult demeanor as I open the tiny package at my seat. In it I find a pair of socks, a diminutive set with toothpaste and toothbrush, and a sleep-mask. I want to turn to the older gentleman in the plane seat next to mine as I pull out each item to show him with bright eyes and exclaim “Look how cute this toothbrush set is!” but I manage to keep my cool.
Wanderlust ; a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world.
Wanderlust is my favorite word. Aside from being fun to say, it most aptly captures my enthusiastic desire to discover new places. The more I traveled, the more I learned about new places I’d love to see. Put me on an airplane and I am as giddy as a child. I love to travel, and it’s not just about the destination. The journey itself thrills me as well. That sense of excitement and adventure as a trip launches. The forced stretches of time on the trip to read, write, or watch as many movies as I can fit in. I love the diminutive compartments of the meals, accompanied by tiny bottles of wine. I enjoy conversations struck up with other travelers, slices of lives in transit. Where we are, where we are going, and where we’ve been. I’m excited by the anticipation of a new place, and of entering the unexpected.
