So I told you last week (ok it might have been the week before…what happened to last week anyway?) that I have a resolution to do a few staycations around town with my husband this year. Well, aside from sleeping in hotels in a town where I already have a bed, I also want to tour the town where I already live.
A recurring thought to me these days has been this:
Wherever you are is somewhere.
Now I get that sounds a bit obvious, but here’s the thing. To me, Wanderlust is a bug that bites and then contaminates your blood so that you can barely consider life without being immersed in either planning or executing the latest adventure. I do recognise that for others, it might be different, but for me I’m quite enjoying living life between travel plans.
But what happens when there are no travel plans?
One of the most delightful side effects of the exploring that I have done over the last couple of years is that it has really made me find it possible to love wherever I am. And that is such a great thing.
I have gone from:
Oh my gosh America is amazing.
Oh my gosh England is amazing.
Oh my gosh Spain is amazing.
Oh my gosh Thailand is amazing.
Oh my gosh India is amazing.
Oh my gosh Zanzibar is amazing.
Oh my gosh earth is amazing.
So I’m exploring earth. And right now Port Elizabeth occupies the little bit of earth that I’m situated on so I’m going to explore her flat.
She deserves it.
Because she is amazing too.