it might be the cold weather, or the crazy hours i've been putting in at the office this past week, but i'm dying to travel. you'd think that in a cosmopolitan city like new york one would feel less of an urge to venture out, but that's not been the case for me. i do have business trips to washington d.c., las vegas, san francisco, and possibly san antonio lined up for the next few months,
but i want to go some place new, somewhere totally different to anywhere i've ever been...
i'm thinking india or iceland. i know that sounds a bit extreme... i have a few friends living in bombay and new delhi, and i'd love to visit them. and i've heard rajasthan is gorgeous. iceland, because of the amazing scenery i've heard so much about (and seen in photographs). i'm intrigued by the mix of volcanoes and ice. but what makes me want to travel so much anyway?
the other day i stumbled upon a blog written by dave greenwood, who was on stephen merchant's radio show last year during his walk from land's end to john o'groats:
"What do you do when you realise that you’re not the person you imagined you would become? We can be so immersed in the daily struggle to maintain and improve our lives that it’s possible to lose sight of who we wanted to be, until we look up one day and realise that years have passed and the chance may be gone. And the comfort and ease that we may have created for ourselves through the years of hard work compels us to accept our fate, rather than risk losing everything by stepping away from it all."
