I’ve got itchy feet. Not feet that itch but feet that want to go somewhere. They want to take off on a road trip. Or get in a plane and fly away somewhere.
Itchy feet. I’ve got itchy feet.
I spend large chunks of my days cruising through travel blogs, reading about places other people are going, or planning to go. I check the weather in Prague. I watch the webcam loaded on my laptop’s desktop that looks out over the rooftops in Rome. I drool over travel websites. I check the availability of hotel rooms in Atlanta. I spend an hour on kayak.com dreaming of the world and all the airports in it. I pull out my travel bag to make sure the zippers still work properly. I read, and re-read, Bill Bryson’s Neither Here nor There and Hape Kerkeling’s I’m Off Then. I listen to travel podcasts when I wake up at 4:30 AM. I watch Rick Steves on PBS, over and over again. I’m a basket-case.
I’ve got itchy feet. Itchy travel feet.
I need to go somewhere soon. Because sometimes when I’m talking, my sentences come out all jumbly with words that sound like they belong in other paragraphs. Because I’m rambling and incoherent. Because I can’t focus. Because my brain feels like it belongs in another body, thinking someone else’s thoughts. Because I need to, I just need to.
Who else wants to go somewhere? Who else has itchy travel feet?