They say I have a Gypsy Soul, But I Call It Wanderlust. Wanderlust Has German Roots Just Like Me…..
“Robert Louis Stevenson in Travels with a Donkey, “I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” Sounds like a case of wanderlust if we ever heard one. Those with “wanderlust” don’t necessarily need to go anywhere in particular; they just don’t care to stay in one spot. The etymology of wanderlust is a very simple one that you can probably figure out yourself. “Wanderlust” is lust (or “desire”) for wandering. The word comes from German, in which wandern means “to wander,” and Lust means “desire.””
Ever since I was little I have had a inherently, overwhelming desire to explore the world around us. My belief was that there had to be something bigger than our own little corner of the earth. The feeling of unsettledness when I stay in one place for too long becomes overwhelming and causes extreme restlessness and, some would say, anxiety. Have you ever felt and asked yourself “Is this all there is to life”? I found myself several years ago, after my Mother passed away asking myself this very question on a daily basis. It was not because I was not happy with my life, after all, I have two amazing children, a great profession, phenomenal staff and colleagues, but none the less I had this feeling like I was missing something. My Mother used to always tell me that I had a gypsy soul and had it not been for my kids, I would never have settled in one place.
When I found myself repeating my everyday routine, day in and day out, with no excitement, no marvel, no appreciation, I knew I needed to find that “thing” that filled my soul. After some soul searching and deep conversations with myself, it was time I did something about this humdrum gloomy attitude. If I wasn’t happy, there is no possible way I could be of any good to anyone around me. After talking to a long time friend of mine who informed me he was heading to Mexico for a wedding in a couple days, on a whim, I booked the resort and my plane ticket and was off to Puerto Vallarta in 4 days. That trip, which I spent the majority of it by myself, exploring old town, the beach and at times, just sleeping in and ordering room service, was exactly what I needed to connect back to myself. I felt such a sense of fulfillment, happiness and most of all PEACE when I was off in my own little world, taking photographs of all the local, historic sites, having lunch at a an open air restaurant on the beach and exploring the markets with local vendors, who depended on sales to support their families. It excited me, stilled me and I knew I was forever changed. It was time to hit the road on more adventures, because this is what I needed.
With my son already grown and my daughter almost out of the house, it was time for me to live for me. With that 5 day trip to Puerto Vallarta, the first time I used my passport, I had already started researching and planning my next trip, GREECE. That’s right, go big or go home. Greece had always been number one on my list, and why wait, we aren’t promised tomorrow. I kept asking myself, “Do you want to get to the end of your life and say I wish, or do you want to say I did”, the latter won out in that debate.