When you have been on the road for a year, picking up and moving on every week or so, staying in one place for an extended period of time is hard to do.
That’s the situation I find myself in at the moment.
Aside from a quick jaunt to Chicago to sample some deep-dish deliciousness (where the hell has this stuff been all my life?!) and my road trip to Kansas City, I have been in St. Louis since the beginning of the year.
“Why St. Louis?” I hear you cry.
It’s the Gateway to the West, people. Get with the program.
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But, of course, I jest. It is Scott’s home city. We wanted a base for a little while. His sister just had a baby. We needed to decompress before we set off around the world again.
But damn, it’s hard for a travel lover to stay still.
Not hard on my stomach. Or my tastebuds (I mentioned that they have deep dish pizza and gooey butter cake here, right?). But hard on the part of me that has grown so accustomed to never being settled. The part that found a thrill in hunting out new accommodations, breakfast joints and funky bars every few days.
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When I stay still, I get lazy. I get comfortable. It becomes harder and harder to find the momentum to move on again.
Which is usually the predicament people find themselves in every single day, and is usually the reason many never travel at all. Simply because they’re too comfortable doing what they’re doing, to even consider mixing things up. It becomes scary, where at once it seemed the “norm”.
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Luckily for you, dear readers, I have already seen the light. I have already been out in the big, scary world and loved it. And your blogs and your enthusiasm keep my desire satiated during this temporary break.
So, go forth my pretties. Travel while I cannot. For I shall soon be out there with you again.
Except maybe a few pounds heavier and with a greater knowledge of American sports.
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