Everywhere I turn on the internet, people have been shoving posts and articles about travel on my social media. Hey guys--cut it out! Don't you know you're feeding this addict with her worst addiction?!?There is this article, that was sent to me. And then this 'test' that has been going around (I got Paris, in case you're wondering). And then I talked with a couple London friends at separate times, who said to me, "London suits you," and "London fits you like a glove." This, of course, completely inflates my ego and they really must stop saying such dangerous things.
All this travel talk certainly makes me miss it--the rush of a new city, the dash to board a last minute train, the gothic churches, the different ways of life. I will always be a bit of a European girl. I do believe, somewhere instinctually, that I will live in a new city again. I don't know when or where, but I know that elusive city is already calling
to me.
Until then, I'll appreciate what I do have (something I always need to work on). Such as, the fact that the rest of the country is in a polar crisis, and San Diego is skipping around at a happy 78 degrees (we're such punks). Or the beauty of the ocean that never fails to take my breath away. Or the fact that I am liking my job--I see the good things all around me...
But man, oh man, do I miss those trains. What I wouldn't give for a good cappuccino and a window seat, heading off to my next destination. I think I might be doomed to have this addiction for life. Le Sigh.
