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29 October 2018

How to cure the wanderlust bug

Confession: The title of this blog is misleading. Because once you’ve been diagnosed with wanderlust—that strong desire or urge to travel and explore—there is no cure.

 

Photo: lovethispic.com

 

But at least you can know if you’re contaminated with the adventure bug. Here are a few symptoms:

1. You can’t pass up an invitation to join someone. somewhere.

2. You want an Airstream as your next home.

3. Your suitcase is actually part of your bedroom decor, and not in the back closet behind the vacuum cleaner and winter boots.

4. You obsessively check your passport to make sure it’s up to date (because your friend once discovered her passport had expired when she was trying to board an international flight).

5. You’d rather lace up hiking boots than go shopping.

6. Your smartest investments have been airline tickets and cruise ship tickets.

7. At the top of your Christmas wish list are: 1) a mountain bike, 2) kayak, and 3) stand-up paddle board.

8. Your backpack is stashed with the basics for wilderness survival, even when you’re just packing your laptop down to the local coffee shop for some quality writing time.

9. When a friend asks you to animal sit—in my case, friends with dogs and friends with chickens—you’ve learned to not commit too far in advance. (Because you don’t know what travel invitation you might receive between now and then.)

10. You can easily live out of one medium-sized carry-on for a very long time.

Case in point:

When son Jeremy and daughter-in-law Denise asked me to grand-dog-sit and Airstream-sit—this time in northern California—my immediate response was Yes, please! 

My suitcase practically packed itself, and it’s amazing how little I need for two weeks away from home.

My passport wasn’t required for this particular trip, but I have checked it recently. more than once. to make sure it’s nowhere near expiring.

All indications of the virus.

As for the past two weeks in northern California, I’ve been writing from the Airstream parked high on a ridge, counting deer, and walking grand-dog Chloe around the pond and through the hills.

 

All photos: Marlys

 

Chloe and I have also been driving gorgeous back-country roads — the kind that are lined with apple orchards, and ancient oaks forming archways, and vineyards turning golden in the autumn sun.

 

 

The kind of back country roads that boast gorgeous, old farmhouses …

 

 

… and produce stands (I purchased fresh-from-the-field broccoli and apples from this farm).

 

 

The kind of back country roads that lead west to the Pacific where Chloe and I ran bare-footed in rough sand (best foot massage ever) …

 

 

… and ate fish tacos at a little hole-in-the wall restaurant in Bodega Bay because the parking lot and the outdoor seating area were crammed full, which is always a good sign.

So, with no cure for this malady, my suggestion is that you find a wanderlust support group, because then you and your fellow nomads can commiserate together. Or share travel photos. And stories.

All silliness aside, the adventure/travel bug is something we want to get bitten by. John Muir shares my sentiments:

The world is big and I want to have a good look before it gets dark.

Because then our horizons and our minds are broadened.

And we meet the most fascinating people.

And we glean a sense of how similar the family of man really is because most of us want the same things: peace in our lifetimes, food and shelter and a good future for our children, to love and be loved; most of us want our remaining days on earth to be spent making a difference in the lives of others.

It was St. Augustine who said:

The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.

One final thought …

One of my beautiful nieces who knows me well, posted this quote to my Facebook wall a while back:

She was an adventurer at heart; but oh how she loved drinking this tea from this mug in this chair. Oh how she loved to be home.

Yes, home. With fuzzy socks and Chai tea and piles of books. I love, love my place called home. A gift from God.

And yes, bitten—with no cure—by the wanderlust bug. Also a gift from God.

I think the two can peacefully co-exist.

Which begs the question: To where have you always wanted to wander?

 

P.S. If you know someone who has the adventure virus, please share, tweet or pin!

11 Comments
  • Wendy Archer says:

    I love this post and your description of the symptoms of Wanderlust. As an Airforce Brat, moving about with my parents every 18 months or 2 years, I got to see a lot of New Zealand and Singapore. I went to 30 different schools. And for many years as a young adult I had “itchy feet” and branched out to explore more of the world. Rarely would I live in a place for more than 2 years, and I have lived in 9 countries to date. On reaching my early 40s though, I yearned to “settle” and chose Brisbane, Australia. I have lived in the same house for 20 years now. And I’m thoroughly enjoying it. There are a few places I still wish to see, and they are at the top of my Bucket List. But for now I am happy being a home body, looking after many cats, dogs, horses and people. It is nice to finally feel I have found my roots, and the call of the world is less intense so I feel more peaceful.

    • Wow, Wendy. Thirty different schools in your growing-up years. Incredible. Which created itchy feet, and yet you’ve found a peacefully rooted place called home. It sounds as if you’ve experienced the best of both worlds.

  • First off, HI WENDY & THOMAS! HI MARLYS! Love you three! The photos are heartwarming and make you want to wish you were there. I just adore this; I don’t travel due to taking care of Mother, our girls, etc……but I get to see so many places through you…….OZ, Oregon………..the list goes on. Thank you.

    • Marcia, I think you’re right: The wanderlust bug can bite via the adventures and photos of others … until it’s our turn to travel.

      (Wendy, I don’t know you, but would love to meet you someday. Any friend of Marcia’s is a friend of mine. Actually, come to think of it, I’ve never met Marcia either. We’ll have to plan a 3-way get-together. In Australia!)

      • Wendy Archer says:

        Hi Marcia and Marlys! *waves from Oz* Pop (Dave) says that one day there will be transporters in every home (thank you Star Trek) but Nan reckons that’ll take half the fun out of the travelling adventure – to her, the journey at least as important as the destination. But it will mean being able to see our long-away friends whenever we got the urge, which would be just wonderful. Love and hugs xx Wendy

  • Grace Lawson says:

    Your writing skills are OUTSTANDING Dear Marlys !!! Thank you so very much for sharing not only your writing but also your pictures. Wonderful indeed !!!

    • Thank you for your kind words, Grace. Actually, it was Gary who was the photographer with his nice camera. (But when the camera is smarter than me, that’s when I switch over to using my cell phone snap-shot-taker!)

  • Peter says:

    Thanks again Marlys, I seemed to see/acknowledge and understand what it is to ‘be there – wandering’. It made me think of all the miles cycled, marathons ran and the walks/treks.. not counting but I reckon some 380,000 miles cycled somewhere in the world in my life and it’s the ‘moments of reward’ in the ‘Being there’. You caused me to come up with a title for a song… again… again, and all because I read your words, thank you. It will be called,’Born to wander’, with the words Prone to wander somewhere therein and I’ll include ‘inspired by words of Marlys Johnson’. Barbara shares her love and memories too. Keep inspiring us. God Bless, Bx P & family.


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Hello, my name is Marlys Johnson. I’m a cancer widow, author, speaker and blogger. I love getting outdoors; would rather lace up hiking boots than go shopping. I have a passion for repurposing old junk into cool new stuff. And an even greater passion for showing people how to navigate life’s challenges. Tenaciously. And with heart wide open.

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