Drug

It's like a drug. Traveling out of the country, people that don't understand you, and a universal understanding of the act of gathering new ideas, things, people, and experiences.

I first left the country in my junior year of high school. It was like a needle in my arm the instant we touched down in Paris France. I felt like my senses were heightened and everything was recorded in my memory as clear as an album. From time to time when I feel down I go back in my mind to that first visit to foreign soil.

The second trip to Europe was an itch I needed to scratch, but I left under good intentions. Things didn't go as planned, but the second part of the trip went well and I was fortunate to tag along on a back packing trip to Denmark. Denmark and Germany renewed my senses and healed any damage that had been done. The excitement of travel had been restored.

It's been over three years since I last traveled out of the country and I currently have no plans to, but my husband has the itch too. We want to get away. Maybe we could have the honeymoon we have yet to take, but yet the question remains where? Where to go next? The itch is back. The idea is planted. The drug is dangling dangerously!

(just for the record i have no idea what a needle to the arm feels like other than blood tests from the doctor)