A Dream of Lavender Fields
Something I have always wanted to do is travel.
I don't know when the wanderlust kicked in seriously to be honest. Was I small? Was it more recent? Did I see something to inspire such a necessity in life? I don't know. Right now, the whole entire idea of needing to travel, having this insistent wanderlust, seems to have always been there...somewhere. Sometimes the feeling in lodged, hiding behind my ribs, waiting for the right moment. Other times, it drops down to my stomach, forming a pit of dread and feeding itself on the doubt I have already chewed and swallowed.
In the greatest of moments, wanderlust seems to be everywhere. It holds itself in my head, swirling around my brain to be inspired by the magnificent people I see online taking photos atop of Machu Picchu in Peru, or sky diving using your last bit of money- because hey, why not -while in New Zealand. It makes me want to go, to move. It is great feeling after all when wanderlust is in your brain. It is to feel like the world is wide open for you to seize whatever adventure or opportunity, big or small, is thrown your way.
Only when I realize that those people are not me, and in my poor student debt filled moments, I realize may never be me, does that wanderlust seem to fizzle and droop back down to my stomach or even to my toes in hoes that maybe one day I will not want to travel anymore.
Somehow though even if I don't think about it for a while. I always come back to it when someone asks what I want to do in life. What do I want to see?
Everything.
And so, it is time that I announce to myself and all of you so I do not back out (like I could if I wanted to), I am going to be traveling this summer, abroad, for almost two months. It is time to begin to see that everything even if that idea in and of itself is in unconquerable.
From previous posts you may have noticed where I will be going already. If you have any guesses, or feel already spoiled by this blog post title, be sure to take a moment now because I am going to be traveling to....
....drum roll....
France!
Where in France?
Provence!
The place where whenever I hear the name I dream of long rowed lavender fields, farmers markets with cheese ad bread galore, wine, and the sort of soft photo adventures that usually get me jealous on an everyday basis following the amount of actual travel bloggers that I do.
If you remember (and have been reading the blog no matter what the day. if so, thank you), I wasn't going to go to France for the semester that I had planned. The metaphorical baguette had crumbled between my fingers at the start of the semester. With a bit of last minute planning and random timing, I found myself typing away on an second chance application through my university. Only a few weeks later I received the ready to go.
Now once a week I am stuck in a night class said to help me adjust to a different culture before I leave. Luckily I may not be great at French, but I do feel really smart in the class when the others are learning how to say Bonjour. One less thing to worry about.
Because trust me when I say I have a whole lot of other things that have been making my wanderlust more confused than my travel plans have been on where it belongs. In my head? Or can it finally find a home in my heart, propelling me forward?
But here I am. Here I am going.
I can't wait to share this adventure with you.
I don't know when the wanderlust kicked in seriously to be honest. Was I small? Was it more recent? Did I see something to inspire such a necessity in life? I don't know. Right now, the whole entire idea of needing to travel, having this insistent wanderlust, seems to have always been there...somewhere. Sometimes the feeling in lodged, hiding behind my ribs, waiting for the right moment. Other times, it drops down to my stomach, forming a pit of dread and feeding itself on the doubt I have already chewed and swallowed.
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| photo from We Are Travel Girls |
In the greatest of moments, wanderlust seems to be everywhere. It holds itself in my head, swirling around my brain to be inspired by the magnificent people I see online taking photos atop of Machu Picchu in Peru, or sky diving using your last bit of money- because hey, why not -while in New Zealand. It makes me want to go, to move. It is great feeling after all when wanderlust is in your brain. It is to feel like the world is wide open for you to seize whatever adventure or opportunity, big or small, is thrown your way.
Only when I realize that those people are not me, and in my poor student debt filled moments, I realize may never be me, does that wanderlust seem to fizzle and droop back down to my stomach or even to my toes in hoes that maybe one day I will not want to travel anymore.
Somehow though even if I don't think about it for a while. I always come back to it when someone asks what I want to do in life. What do I want to see?
Everything.
And so, it is time that I announce to myself and all of you so I do not back out (like I could if I wanted to), I am going to be traveling this summer, abroad, for almost two months. It is time to begin to see that everything even if that idea in and of itself is in unconquerable.
From previous posts you may have noticed where I will be going already. If you have any guesses, or feel already spoiled by this blog post title, be sure to take a moment now because I am going to be traveling to....
....drum roll....
Where in France?
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| photo by Mundos |
Provence!
The place where whenever I hear the name I dream of long rowed lavender fields, farmers markets with cheese ad bread galore, wine, and the sort of soft photo adventures that usually get me jealous on an everyday basis following the amount of actual travel bloggers that I do.
If you remember (and have been reading the blog no matter what the day. if so, thank you), I wasn't going to go to France for the semester that I had planned. The metaphorical baguette had crumbled between my fingers at the start of the semester. With a bit of last minute planning and random timing, I found myself typing away on an second chance application through my university. Only a few weeks later I received the ready to go.
Now once a week I am stuck in a night class said to help me adjust to a different culture before I leave. Luckily I may not be great at French, but I do feel really smart in the class when the others are learning how to say Bonjour. One less thing to worry about.
Because trust me when I say I have a whole lot of other things that have been making my wanderlust more confused than my travel plans have been on where it belongs. In my head? Or can it finally find a home in my heart, propelling me forward?
But here I am. Here I am going.
I can't wait to share this adventure with you.
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