A strong, innate desire to rove or travel about; a strong longing for wandering.
Yes. I have that.
Savoring every last bit of Yucatan sand between my toes before hurricane evacuation. Giggling the weekend away with beloved girlfriends. Watching the miles tick by on the odometer on the open road, a 13-foot cottage on wheels named Betty as my temporary home.
While I feel beyond lucky to live in a destination town, I get the itch to travel often. There’s too much world out there still to see!
Here’s a collection of some of my blissful adventures… away from home.