Wanderlust has become a word at which more “serious” people roll their eyes. In a world filled #Wanderlust, the word has seemingly become this term that has very little meaning anymore. I’ve heard plenty of people mocking those who use or identify with the term
But if you look past the posts and over usage and consider it’s true meaning, you might see a person or situation in a different light.

Ever since I could remember I felt like I was supposed to be somewhere else. I longed for adventures and exploration. I yearn to be elsewhere. So much so that I never feel quite settled in wherever I live. I’ve always got an eye out for some place that would be better suited, some place that will make me feel at home finally.
Honestly, if I didn’t have so much stuff, coupled with a heavy serving of anxiety, I’d likely never sit still. I’d be on the road or in a plane just trying to explore new places, cultures, and languages.
Part of me dreams of that life in a way that will always make me carry a small token of sadness with me.
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