Wanderlust Life

Shoes are not important to me. 

Brands and products, polishes and accessories are merely materialistic objects to me. 

Handbags are meant to carry your shit. 

Cars are meant to get you from A to B. 

I couldn't care less if I had a Louis Vuitton bag slung across my shoulder or if my hands were gripped onto the wheel of an Audi R8. 

What is all that, anyway? 

No part of me is interested in it. 

I can barely pull off walking in heels as it is.

Nor can I claim to be any sort of classy or elegant. 

I snort when I laugh.... for one. 

Instead of crossing my legs I'll clamber onto the chair and sit atop my feet.

My hair is hardly ever brushed. 

If there isn't a hole or a stain in my clothing at any given time then pigs have flown.

The best part of all? 

I don't want to be fixed. 

I don't want to be transformed into some diamond loving princess with more make-up plastered on her face than fekking Michael Jackson.

What do I care about, then?

I care about experience. 

I care about that little booklet better known as a passport, filled to the brim with stamps and crinkled pages from my wanderlust life.

I care about the ocean; the waves, the sun and the majestic creatures that live beneath. 

That is why, I have decided, it is time for me to finally combat my fear and breathe under water. 

I am going to get my open waters, my padi.. my 'Whatever I Need To In Order To Find Peace and Joy Under The Salted Water I Love So Dearly,' for more than 60 seconds at a time. 

My new friend Tara over at: Where is Tara? has seriously made me so antsy to dive back into my world that was 2013. Travel. 

2013 brought about more countries than I can count. 

I am so blessed. 

I have only done travel posts on but a few of the jaw-dropping countries I was lucky enough to travel through just last year.

I care about travel. 

I care about boarding a plane and jetting off into unfamiliar places filled with divine new things. From culture and food to scenery and activities.

How could 2014 be so different??? 

I have been no where. 

I have done nothing. 

It feels as though a part of me, the biggest part, has been shoved into the back on a wardrobe to grow old and moldy. 

There's a gigantic weight resting on my soul. 

I feel crushed. 

Travel.

Travel. 

Travel. 

I need it so desperately. 

I want to add new stamps to my passport.

I want to experience new places. 

I want life. 

I want all that it has to offer. 

Screw the bloody 2010 bottle of red that everyone raves about. 

Screw the Gucci shades. 

Good riddance to the regular hair trims and nail touch-ups.

I am meant for something more. 

I know I am. 

I WANT OUT.

Does anyone else ever feel that way???

If so, how do you get through the inevitable day to day life we need to endure??