As for a taste of life

Over vacation, I was in London. I've been there quite a few times before, so it was a mix of exotic and comfort for me. But in the context of this year, god it was fantastic. Each day was fresh - a different gallery, museum, restaurant, show. Seeing family, being in a fresh environment. I was living. I found myself running through London back to the hotel after a show, a few wines in me, through the tourists in Piccadilly Circus, and thinking this is what living is. And it hurts so bad to come back. If given the choice to complete the rest of the year from a distance, I would. It was a fantastic week, and it reminded me how much I love travel, and how when I satisfy my wanderlust, it comes right back.