Wanderlust

I have lived in Hyderabad all my life. And frankly, I now want to experience living somewhere else. And by that I don't mean going somewhere for a holiday. I mean actual living. I haven't known anything other than Hyderabad. And I think the world has much more to offer. But where to live? I wish I could snap my fingers and teleport anywhere in the world to experience that way of life. I want to travel before I settle. I want to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower to look at Paris. I want to see the Tower of London and the ravens that guard it, I want to see the Parthenon, the Colosseum and the Sistine Chapel. I want to see the pyramids in Giza. I want to see the Sagrada Famiglia once it's finally done, once Gaudi's vision is finally complete. I want to breathe the smell of freshly baked bread in the mornings in France. I want to see the temples in Madurai.I want to visit the gardens of Kashmir. I want to go to Ladakh to see the magnificence of natural beauty. I want to see the Grand Canyon. There's so much I want to do. Yet, I don't know if I'll ever have the time to do all of it. I'm no longer satisfied being the frog in the well.
The one thing dictionaries do is that they make everything boring. They make every word sound boring. It's like a robot talking mechanically. Here is one-
"Travel is the movement of people between relatively distant geographical locations, and can involve travel by foot, bicycle, automobile, train, boat, airplane, or other means, with or without luggage, and can be one way or round trip. Travel can also include relatively short stays between successive movements."
How lovely. It's like going to Paris and saying, "I flew to Paris. I saw the river Seine. I saw the Eiffel Tower. I saw the Louvre. I ate macaroons. I came back." It completely diminishes the taste and beauty of travel. Travel isn't just about checking tourist attractions off a list. It's about trying the local food-even if you end up not liking it. It's about sitting in one place and just cherishing where you are and whom you're with. It's about learning a new culture, so different from your own, yet you find something to identify with. The desire to travel is wanderlust. What a beautiful word for a beautiful experience. So, I have an endless list of places I want to go to. And I know that I probably might never get to see all of them. And I also know that the list has just begun. And part of the allure of travel is the endless possibilities of where you could go. It's about dreaming a dream with someone you care about. It's about making memories. Whether it's where you go. Or whether its the plans you make that may not see the light of day. It's about stories. It's about opening your eyes to the unknown. It's wanderlust...