Ooooo I have the travel bug. A baaad case of travel bug! Even as I sit here loving our new place, anxiously awaiting furniture delivery, DirecTV hook up, and many memories waiting to happen...I'm dreaming of when I can take my next trip, where I will go, who will be with me, and whether its even possible to dream of a "latermoon" with husband.

My mother's suggestion is to get a job as a trucker. That way I can drive to my heart's content, see things flying by out my window, and say I was a lot of places I wouldn't have been had I stuck around. This does not jive with what I was thinking. I'm envisioning something more like...glamorous...in a woodsy, exhausting, correspondent sort of way. Like...why can't I have a show on Travel Channel? I can eat, travel, have strong opinions, do daring or stupid things with wildlife just as well as the next Tony or Andrew. Like...I can take cool pictures with a fancy camera of indigenous peoples, rainbows, and protests just as well as the next Steve or Alfred. At least in my mind of potential thinking I can.

Perhaps someone that reads this would like to share how they stay content at home, yet still fill their cup of wandering up enough to satisfy the thirst?