I lust to wander.

How should I live my life?
There's part of me that would just like to float on an electricity-infused breeze, letting it sweep me away like the wanton needles of an old dandelion. But there's another part of me that wants to take control of my fate, grabbing life by it's collar and leaving nothing to chance. I'd like to settle for a happy medium between the two, I think.

We put too much pressure on ourselves to try conceive a "grand plan" for the rest of our lives. I'm old enough, or at least experienced enough, to know that minds change like the hands on a clock, and we can't force ourselves to make a choice about something that can affect us so greatly. At the same time though, I am finding myself thinking - "What am I doing", "Where am I going?", "What do I want out of life?"

I desperately want to pack up my vintage suitcases and journey into an unknown environment to live for a while... I'd rather not be tame and go for somewhere on the other side of the country to drop them, instead, I'd find a city that tantalises me and grabs my heart. For now, I am considering Paris. Ideally, I'd teach English while I learnt French, and ride an old bike around, with a beret on my head and a bread stick peeping out of the basket.
I guess I firstly need to go on somewhat of a reconnaissance mission to see what places take my fancy. London, Paris, Reykjavik, Cairo, Rome, Istanbul, Port Louis - tasting and experiencing and learning my way through some of the most intriguing cities of the world.

I also had an idea that I'd like to follow through with sometime in my life, though not just yet. I'd like to write a series of kitsch travel guides for different places all over the word - think Lonely Planet with a funkier and more selective approach. It would take years of trawling through the streets of foreign destinations, and penning my findings in a unique style, but I believe I can (and want to) do it.

This goes hand in hand with my time-forged desire to be a writer. I just don't know where to start. Already having abandoned any idea of possibly going back to uni, I need to find an avenue to enter the world of the written word, to eventually work in a quasi-journalistic position (think magazing columnist or travel writer).

While I don't want to force myself into making too many decisions too fast, I also want to live my life the way I want. Learn to ride that breeze, instead of just letting it sweep me away. Challenge myself again and again, and never rest or simply be umtimately content.

I want You to come with me. I'll wait for You.
A case of wanderlust wouldn't be anything without my partner in crime.