I know I want to go. I know, I want to go somewhere. I know, I need to get away. But where to and when?

I spent a large part of the day writing out my travel wish list on a whiteboard. Seven hours later, the board is smudged, and I still don’t have set plans.

Every possible date has a potential conflict as I have a lot of balls up in the air. Nothing can be confirmed until other matters are settled. Sequential planning is annoying and unsettling. I need to settle on something. It’s mentally exhausting to be so scattered and all over the place.

As for where, I believe I will pick Costa Rica and Peru this year. I just need a lucky break to find some dates that work with all my constraints, such as medical appointments and work schedules. You know, life issues. Those pesky things that intrude and burst our bubble on a daily basis.

I may not know when. However I know why I need to travel. I love exploring new cultures and cuisines. I love attaining a different perspective on life. I’m curious about the world. I have travel goals embedded in my DNA. I need to roam. I need to wander. I need to wonder and embrace a dark blue sky whetever ot might be.