My wanderlust is at an all-time high. The other day, while I was questioning my anxiety — that which comes with my desire to leave, like, yesterday — it hit me: I haven’t left the country in one whole year. One entire year! Yes, I was fortunate to visit Maui back in February, and to travel back to Colorado and Wyoming where I spent some time in the Tetons, and to explore the amazingness of an Alaskan summer, plus lots of fun weekend adventures to places like the Picket Butte Fire Lookout, Crater Lake and Umpqua Hot Springs, backpacking in the Eagle Cap Mountains and an unforgettable total eclipse of the sun from the top of Strawberry Mountain….none of this quite satisfies my thirst for the unknown, the unpredictable, the different, the way traveling internationally does.
I realize I sound spoiled.
This desire I have to board a plane bound for the foreign is unlike anything else. It presents itself in the strangest of ways: restlessness, boredom, adrenaline, stress, fatigue. It creeps in, then settles in, and refuses to leave until satisfied.
Several months back, some friends and I bought tickets to Thailand (for the killer deal of $430 round trip via this ridiculously amazing flight hack tool), and that trip will commence on November 6.
It. Can’t. Come. Soon. Enough.
I’m beyond excited (if you didn’t gather that already).
I’ll be flying over with a dear friend and for the first two weeks we’ll explore Northern Thailand before meeting another friend and my brother in Bangkok for some explorations of the city. Then my friends will go their separate ways and my brother and I will go to the village where I used to teach English, then back to Northern Thailand to visit the elephants of Elephant Nature Park and then down South to Phuket and Koh Phi Phi for some beach time.
In this month spent with friends, I’ll be checking some new places and experiences off my Thailand to-do list — namely Chiang Rai, Phuket and Koh Phi Phi — and I’m excited not only for this, but for the chance to show some of my loved ones a country I love dearly.
Thailand is one of the few places that calls me back again and again. It has a hold of my heart, and every year or so it gives it a giant tug. This time, I’m listening.