Wanderlust

wanderlustI must say that I have actually grown to become an aficionado of words throughout languages and dialects and this page is a consequence of that.  This page will actually cater to my wanderlust (via photos and occasional rants)  that I have had, and acknowledged, since I was about 6 years old.  At six years old I moved to Italy,  gone to Kenya with my mother, and had been on numerous road trips long the East Coast with Godparents and cousins.  There is an unexplained passion and overwhelming euphoria that comes with flying, and increasing and decreasing global position in latitude and longitude.  My passports have been stamped too many times to count, but too many is never enough when it comes to traveling and experiencing the worlds within our world.  It’s magnetic and electric…it is my undying wanderlust.

 

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