the travel bug

I always love traveling. Always. But sometimes this desire to travel overwhelms and nearly incapacitates me. It's like a disease. It's all I can think about; all I can talk about. Doing normal menial daily tasks makes me want to die, and my mood gradually becomes more and more morose as the day progresses because I'm here instead of traveling around the world somewhere.

And it drives me crazy to not be able to just pick up and go. Technically, I guess I could just go somewhere right now. But there's that whole responsible thing...I shouldn't just use all my savings to book a trip to wherever just because I feel like it. I shouldn't disappear from UVU at the beginning of the semester because then I probably wouldn't have a job when I returned. And then I get really angry at the thought of letting social constraints actually constrain me from doing what I want.

Actually, those are really the only two things keeping me here. T-rav is unemployed, so he could leave at any time...

Anyhow, when I have this travel bug, I don't know what to do with myself. And poor T-rav has to deal with a fuming, restless, inconsolable wife. Driving fast is one alternative that slightly helps (but then there's the fear of a speeding ticket- Matt, could I borrow your patrol car one day?). A distraction from a friend is also helpful (thanks B-rad and Caroline for unknowingly saving T-rav for a miserable day with me yesterday). Cooking is another alternative, but only if I have someone else to cook for. Usually I end up surfing the internet for cheap airfare and travel deals, exacerbating the situation more than ever.

I guess I'll just have to be moderately miserable until spring comes and I can actually go somewhere.