Are you going my way?

The urge to pack my bags and run away is strong today. The need to throw my backpack on and follow the paths of life tickles at the back of spirit, a nagging whisper in my heart. Today is a good day to be traveling. The urge has been with me for as long as I can remember. The need explore, to wonder about the world gleaming insights from the places I would visit, learning from those that I would meet, sitting in the middle of a foreign crowded market watching the people go by or just being one with nature. [yes that part is corny]

But as much I want to be able to pick up and go on the spur of the moment there are always things that hold me back, the responsibilities I know I have to fulfill; debts to be paid off, work projects/contracts to complete, a sweet if mildly psychotic kitten to take care of and life to keep apace with. This reasoning draws me back to the grind of everyday life and for briefs moments I will acknowledge a sort of grumpy acquiescence that for the time being this is the path I have to follow. One day though, I know I will follow this urge, this need to journey. That will be a day when I will wake up, throw our belongings into a backpack, store the rest and turn to you and say ‘Love, where do you want to go today?”