Hope. Soon.

This isn't a regular post. I'm not going to tell you one of my stories about a place I travelled to and what I did there. Today, instead, I'm in one of those moods when I want to talk about where I feel like being.

Where I currently am isn't a bad place but recently I have been feeling the urge to travel. To just pick up a bag and leave. But where do I go? Do I go backpacking across lands hitherto untraversed, admiring green mountains, flowing rivers and deep valleys? I don't know. I just feel like being in the midst of nature with nothing but my music for company. It could be a lone beach house or a mountain top, I don't much have a preference, so long as I get to spend some much-needed alone time.

Let's for one second imagine a secluded beach house with a white bench and a tree right outside. Wouldn't that be the perfect place to sit and read or write as many blog posts as I wish to write or just listen to music like I wish to?

Let's imagine a second scenario. This one would require you ignore the fact that I would need some amount of money to spare. Me, my backpack, my iPod and a Eurorail pass. Just travelling across all the beautiful places that people talk about and post pictures of all over travel websites and instagram. I'm not even talking about the popular tourist destinations. I'm talking about the tiny hill stations and the likes- places that go unexplored. Walking down new streets, not knowing anyone, just exploring for myself a whole new town, city, country.

All this talk makes me want to go back in time to when I had just gone to Australia. From unfamiliar streets and cities, I discovered, learnt and in a few months learnt enough to be able to now go back there with comfort and show someone else around.

I want to once again experience the flutter that is stepping out of your comfort zone into a brand new world. I hope that happens soon. My wanderlust is tickling.

Tonight, let's explore in our minds, if not for real.

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