Coming down with a serious case of Wanderlust...

I've been bitten by the bug. I've been poisoned with the plague. I'm up at 2 am making travel plans because in my brain right now, relocating myself halfway around the world takes priority over sleep. This is more than a wish, a hope, or a dream. It's not even so much a want. It is a necessity. Granted, it waxes and wanes as the months of my life tear through time unrelenting, but still a need that has clenched my soul so desperately.Unfortunately, world travel is not even remotely in my budget at this present time. Nor would it make sense for me to uproot myself and my animals only after a few months at my job and merely a few weeks in my new house. But I can feel it in my bones, that I must do this or I will forever live with a piece missing from my heart.Loneliness and restlessness takes a beating on the rational mind. Is it logical to displace not only myself, but two dogs and two cats in tow? Hell no. But the boy on the other side of world calls to me. If only to see him for a day, I would feel content. Perhaps not fulfilled, but all the more content. It's not just his arms I long to lay in, but a country I long to immerse myself into. A culture I wish to soak up like a sponge. An unforgettable job experience I wish to pack on to my resume and imprint in my memory.Surely in a few weeks time, this obsession will wane once more into the deepest lull in the back of my mind. And surely when it does, as quick as I am to make plans to leave tomorrow, I will have forgotten all about saving money for my excursion. However, no matter how far down this demand buries itself, I'm certainly thankful it will never be long to my forgetfulness.