That Adventure Itch

So first, welcome to any new readers who may have found me from She-Explores latest podcast. Welcome welcome welcome! I hope you'll enjoy reading through this site. A word of warning. If you're looking for a blog that's updated every day... This is not it. I'm very much a "write when the feeling strikes me" type of girl, and sometimes it doesn't strike me for awhile (See the space between this post and my last).  But, if you're ok with random updates with a side of fun, stick around!
Ok, on to the post...
      So I have the urge for adventure again. Does anyone else get this? It always comes in cycles for me. I have an adventure, I come back exhausted, dirty, and usually hungry. I spend some time recovering, processing my journey. Then I experience a lull, a time where I'm not really thinking about my past adventure or planning for a new one. Then, one day, usually over a cup of hot coffee, I feel it. The itch. Maybe less an itch, actually, and more of a buzz. Just right below my skin, it hums. It's the sense that it's time to start planning, and more importantly it's time to start dreaming about what I'm going to do next. Usually it starts off with crazy ideas ("Maybe I'll climb Everest!") and then gradually it calms down and I plan something a little more down to earth (literally). I think the dreaming and the planning step are my favorite part of it all. I love scouring maps, websites, trying to find the perfect hike to fit the mood I'm in. I love researching flights and car rentals and planning budgets to see what it would cost to get out to Yosemite. It's exciting to think of what could be. And then I love the actual trip, experiencing all the things that you can't describe in a website review or capture in an Instagram picture.
    Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to look at flights to Nepal.

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