Ever so often, one is forced to remember his dreams and fantasies, then watch as they take off with someone else on some runway. And he's left behind, as if he missed his flight. Where's my passport? Shoot! My ticket! I should have checked, I should have packed... It should have been, could have been...
I've got a fresh dosage of wanderlust.
And considering that on any given day, I already have so much wanderlust, I think it's perfectly safe to say that I'm at a new wander-high. What the heck, I am wander-highest.
- For now.
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