i can feel is calling...

I am feeling it. It could be the change in the temperature, the coloring of the leaves, the aura of fall upon us, but I am feeling it. I have the itch of change creeping up my body. I want to find a new place to live, a new job…perhaps immerse myself in a culture I do not know about. I have heard that this happens to people that have lived abroad or have been on the move for awhile, this feeling comes about when life gets a little boring. If you do not care about being far away, if you have moved once and loved it, then the only option to spice up your life again is to voyage. Find new places, experience new things, make another city yours and feel the thrill of making new friends and perhaps learning a new language. There is nothing quite like it. Sometimes the itch can be subdued with travel or a new hobby, but it always returns. That crazy north wind whispering in your ear of places yet unseen and people still to meet.

Regeneration in the form of a new locale. It is tickling me and tugging on my pant legs while I try to shake it off. Feelings of responsibility: a lease, a roommate, a job, loans…they play in your mind hoping that it will cause the wind to subside but really only making it worse. A call to slough off the pangs of adulthood and digress…

I am hoping that I can hold out a bit longer and maybe the mood will pass. Eventually it crawls back into your mind and you are able to stay put for awhile longer. I am not ready to leave, not ready to head back on the hostel beat making my way through foreign countries alone. A new adventure must strike soon…hopefully one within the city limits so that I may remain stable for as long as possible. When it becomes too much I suppose it is back to finding something that will catch my fancy. Anyone up for a little fun?!