The word wanderlust came up today. It was kind of jarring, because I forgot that I have it. Not that I don't daydream constantly about the next big adventure or place I could be, but I forgot about it...like an affliction one has that they forget about until they have to maintain it. Like I forgot this nagging feeling had a name. It's such a funny thing. Always wanting to be somewhere else, but loving where you are.
(Carmel-by-the-Sea is one of my favorite places on earth. It's my retirement plan.)
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