Wanderlust: (n.) a strong and innate desire to travel and roam about
This is how I usually get this time of year. It is easy to do. The weather is nice, school is coming to a close, and there is finally free time enough to go somewhere and explore. Yes, the idea for this post came to me because of a pin from Pintrest, but I think it just made me really sit down and think about my trip this summer and how much this is something that I have always loved to do.
I have always loved to travel. My family and I have been very blessed and we travel often. This summer, however, I will be traveling alone. I will be studying abroad at the university in Valencia, Spain. I will also be spending a week or two in Morocco. I have never done anything like this. This sounds corny and out of touch, but ever since I read Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert, I have wanted to do this. I want to drop everything and just travel. I want to meet people and learn their stories. I want to eat so much that I have to buy new pants like she did when she was in Italy. And I want to fall in love with a beautiful exotic man. And maybe ride an camel or pet an elephant.
This summer I will be gone for about 7.5 weeks. I wish I could stay for longer. I might just like it so much that I never leave. Romantic notions like these sweep me off my feet in the spring/summer time. I love the weather, it makes me feel invincible.
I like the word wanderlust because it so perfectly describes the desire to roam. Not just because it combines wander and lust, but because it is two words that seemingly do not go together. I often think of roaming as something that you just do. There is no planning or premeditation, just wandering. To me wanderlust is the desire to travel and that takes an immense amount of planning. But there is something freeing about just going, just packing up and leaving, even if just for a little while.
The lust part of the word makes me think twice. I have always heard lust in a dirty context, but here I think it is something almost pure. It makes it seem like there is something inside you, pulling you to travel. I suppose this is what happens when you lust after someone, you are inexplicably drawn to them, but this is more romantic than that. There is more to this desire than to just throw it over your shoulder and toss it down on your bed.
The word is so beautiful and often when spoken sounds like wonderlust. I think the two words are similar, you cannot really have wanderlust without wonderlust. How would you know that you want to roam and wander if you were not wondering about what you would find when wandering? (try to say that 5 times fast.)