It's an ill illness...

The third consecutive hour of me laying in my bed, cuddled up next to my Sleeping Beauty pillow and dark chocolate covered Acai blueberries, googling one way tickets to Machu Picchu and Rio de Janeiro rolls around and I still can't get my little mind to stop buzzing. I've tried everything. And watching Eat Pray Love for the fourth time in three days (no judging) certainly didn't help my condition. What condition?? Possibly one of the worst conditions a broke college girl can have.

I have been consumed by wanderlust.

And not in the giddy, pin a billion pictures of destinations to my "places to see before I die" Pinterest board(which I must shamefully admit to having one) only to be distracted by a grotesquely fattening dessert that somehow incorporates Snickers, Nutella and brownies all in a delicate cupcake form.

Oh no no no, this fiery need to go out and explore areas that I have only seen in pictures and read about in the many many issues of Smithsonian that we have scattered throughout my house (thank you Grandma Pat for that) isn't some passing phase. My feet are aching to walk across the lush gardens of Belfast Castle in Ireland or to spend time just looking up and marveling at the simple beauty in found in the 13th century architectural style of Matthias Church in Hungary. The cobblestone sidewalks and charming college atmosphere down Mill Ave can only entertain my trekking soul and mind for so long.

Then again maybe the reason why I want to travel so badly isn't just for the exhilarating new sights. Perhaps it's simply that I want to go somewhere where no one knows my story or my life or even my name. What a beautiful thing it would be to start fresh, having nothing for anyone to judge you off of. It would be like opening a new notebook, nothing but blank pages for you to fill with adventures and narratives and never having to worry about previous stories bleeding through into the next chapter. Just a fresh, crisp start.

But due to my lack of monetary funds and the fact that I return to school in two and a half months, I must stay in Phoenix and live out my voyaging adventure through magazine articles, Travel channel specials and making Belgium waffles or misoy soup. YOLO, right?