Travel

Today I almost jumped on a plane for no reason.

I was in the cities and continued to see airplanes fly away and my heart really wanted to be on one of them.

I didn’t care where they were going but I wanted to go.

Not because I don’t like where I am, I do, but I absolutely love traveling.

I love the anticipation, the packing, the excitement.

When my colleague said “we should just go”, I wanted to go.

She was more packed for a random trip then I was, but what couldn’t I buy once I got there?

I told my husband this once I got home and he said, “if you had a good reason for going, I wouldn’t stop you”.

So why didn’t I?