I miss it.
Remember that adrenaline and thrill that charge you before leaving for a trip?
That feeling halfway between excitement and tension?
It’s been a few days I’ve been longing for it.
I really miss it, even though I’m trying so hard to stay positive: because sooner or later all this will come to an end and, slowly and with all the necessary precautions, I, we will travel again.
I don’t need to know when, and I am aware that unfortunately at the moment it’s impossible to have anything scheduled.
As long as I’m sure, deep down in my heart, that eventually it’s going to be like this, sooner or later.
Because dreaming doesn’t cost anything, does it?
Then, as in the best of dreams, I close my eyes and I imagine myself at the airport, with my trolley in one hand and my head up, looking at the departures board.
I’d like to pick my destination there and then, God knows how many times I’ve fantasized about it.
An ultimate freedom expression tossed with a healthy dose of craziness… Yes, I would like this to be one of the first thing I will do when this damn pandemic is over, and we will travel again.
As dreaming doesn’t hurt anyone, I’m planning to get back to fill out my bucket list, and to be able to choose my next destinations as soon as possible, enjoying all the excitement and preparation.
I can’t wait to fill my eyes and my heart with colours, flavours and sunsets. To immerse myself in weird conversations in different languages, you don’t even know how you were able to understand each other.
Seated on my couch, peeping the world outside the window, I imagine myself being happily lost among streets and markets, sinking my feet in warm golden beaches and in regenerating crystalline waters.
I know, I know… I’m just dreaming… but I believe, and I hope with all my heart, that I, we will travel again soon, and we will enjoy it even more.