I’m having one of those days where I can’t focus very well on the task at hand. Instead I’ve found myself looking at photos from our travels and daydreaming about spending a day eating pasta in a piazza. I just want to get on a plane and go somewhere. I’m not even that picky… West Coast, Europe, the mountains… I just feel like taking to the air and waking up someplace else tomorrow.
I feel really lucky about how much traveling we’ve been able to do in the last three years or so. It’s funny the way travel gets into your blood. I always enjoyed it, but it’s become a bit of an obsession in our house. I would say it’s usually the main topic of conversation around here – where we want to go and when we can do it. You should see the list I keep of places I want to go; the trips I have planned in my mind for the next ten years. I’m lucky I married a man who shares my obsession, or I think I’d probably drive him crazy with it.
What do you daydream about? What distracts you from the work you need to do?