What a great word: wanderlust. I start to get feeling this way when the weather gets warm. I want to just hop in my car and drive. I’m not picky about where – just go somewhere.
I have mixed feelings about the approach of spring and summer. Sometimes I think of those seasons as “yard-work” season. Maybe my wanderlust is just the urge to escape that work. But, most of the time I think it’s more than that. There’s an urge to hit the road, explore, see what’s in the next town, what’s in that state park I’ve never visited.
I think I’ll go to the Air Force museum this spring. I’d also like to visit a friend in the Cincinnati area while I’m down that way who’s battling cancer. I have hopes by the time I get down there he will have found out he’s won. Maybe that will satisfy my wanderlust. For a little while.