Suffering From Theresickness
Yesterday I took passport photos to renew my passport. It expired in May.
I don’t have plans to go anywhere, but the last international trip I took was planned three weeks in advance.
That trip landed Kevin and me in Peru on New Year’s Eve enjoying a culture and a land whose beauty you can sense is thousands of years old; a much needed oasis from our long hours at the office.
All born from three weeks’ planning.
In the past couple of weeks I’ve been bitten by the travel bug again.
New York, DC, Cambria, and Boston, I love you — I really do. But this time an American town just won’t do it for me.
I find that I’m American in loyalty, but vagabond in spirit; my stomach churning with the desire to see Kerger Park again. Able to taste Zurich in my mouth. Cairns, Australia filling my nostrils and the Mediterranean filling my dreams.
I suffer from theresickness; like homesickness, but rather than ache to be home, I ache to be “there”.
My name is Shaun and I’m an addict.
Sweet and Tart
I am a learner by nature. I want to know the most important 10-20% about every topic there is. Learning is one of life’s simple pleasures.
But to travel is to experience. And experience takes the simple pleasure of learning and turns it into a rich delicacy unparalleled in taste and color and texture by anything else I’ve ever known.
I want to stare mindlessly into the Japanese gardens of Osaka while sipping tea. I want to roam the streets sprouting from Florida Street in Buenos Aires. I want to strain my neck looking up to see the top of the Eiffel Tower and I want to peer down from Taipei Tower.
To learn. To experience. To live and to see and to eat.
And so I crave travel. And so my passport can no longer remain expired.