travel

My feet are seriously itching. I'm surprised I've been able to sit still long enough to write this sentence. Victoria is happy in her job, but I feel stale and trapped at the moment. Owning a house is part of it - if that won't keep you grounded, what will? We were actually planning to take a trip to the east coast of the USA in their coming spring, but once we saw the prices of flights, that plan got rapidly canned. It would cost over $5000 for the flights alone, which is almost as much as the car we just bought (another story).


We're thinking of going to Australia, but it's not quite the same. I haven't been to Melbourne, so that’s a possibility. Thinking about travelling is so frustrating - when I'm travelling I long for the comfort of home, but when I'm home I desire the excitement and uncertainty of travel. And yet when I think about travel, I still want to go to places I've already been, which is perhaps the worst of both worlds! The pic is of Vic and I in a café in London. She's about to go to her first job interview there.