I have never been able to sit still. I hate it. I am not patient, and do not sleep well at night. I think I am always afraid to miss something.
I cannot explain it very well, but often I get this overpowering desire to travel. Note that this desire was not cured by my 9 day honeymoon to St. Martin, nor my future plans to go to Austin, Rosemary Beach or Charleston. I need more.
I am slightly afraid that I am one of those people that are never happy being in one place. I always want to be someplace else- in a cabin in the mountains, beautiful crystal clear water beaches or a cafe in Paris. This urge has only increased since I have become part of the mass workforce, sitting at my desk all day, with only a pretty view to appease me.
I am happy to know I am not alone. My favorite writer, John Steinbeck, felt the same way. In Travels with Charley, Steinbeck documents his journey with his standard poodle, Charley, across the United States in a camper. He also had the incurable travel itch that I believe must have haunted him (like me) throughout his life.
I would recommend the book to really anyone, even my husband who reads very dry “self help books” (how to become a better lawyer, etc.) It is one of those rare books that gets under your skin, and you keep thinking about it.
I, too, would love to travel the United States as Steinbeck did, with my Charlie, except the poodle would be replaced with chihuahuas. Until then, I will be staring out my window and thinking of all of the fabulous places that I am not going.