Being exactly a week away from my first "major" (read: inter-continental) travel in years, I feel this strange restlessness, almost as though I cannot wait to go, then return, and then go right back! Somewhere, anywhere, places old and new... It doesn't matter. It is too painful to simply stay still!
Part of me remains extremely wary. After what happened last year (dengue fever two days before another such "major" much-needed trip), I won't let myself feel excited until I'm actually on the plane, or even better, once I've landed and checked in. Still, I can't help but feel the excitement build, and carry me away to plans of places I could go to next year, after all my travelling for this year is done!
Some people window-shop. (These days, of course, it is browsing Amazon, Myntra or Jabong). For me, an Airbnb or a TripAdvisor holds the same kind of charm, where I can spend hours browsing away and wondering if it is Place & Plan X, Y or Z that I'll be able to afford. You start with really exalted envisioning: Euro-tour and the like. And then wistfully wonder what it would be like if those prices were actually 500 INR instead of Euros.
There's so much to do before I go... And a bit of domestic travelling too (isn't that a lark)! Goodness knows, my business visa is yet to arrive! (They assured me that it was only a matter of a couple of days now, the delay was because of the holidays in between). In a way, I'm enjoying the adrenaline rush of risk, of being on the edge and not being sure until the last moment!
And after all that thought, I come back to pictures of beautiful places I am aching to visit. Running through possible plane fares, itineraries, places to stay. The plans in my head have never been more elaborate! It is as though I have all the time in the world, sitting in my room, feasting on faraway lands through shared stories and lives.
A phone call comes as my reality check. It is not an unwelcome one at all, for I know that the person on the other end is sure to humour me, at least a little bit, in my flights of fancy. Tonight, I am home, but also all around the world. These places and lives call out to me. I will answer, someday, if not today. Someday for sure! Tonight I am home, with wistful wanderlust.
1 comment:
Very sure it will see its just and beautiful conclusion. This is only the beginning - there are tonnes of stuff to do every year, and a plethora of places to visit before we leave consciousness.
Great writing there, LD :)
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