'Wanderlust' is like the boardroom buzzword for Millennials and the dreamers of Generation Y. Three little syllables with the power to enchant and inspire, to evoke the need to travel; to see, to explore. I fit the demographic: I'm 23, out of education and trying to figure out how to write the rest of my life.
It seems like the perfect time to catch the itch for wanderlust, right?
..except for the tiny fact that I am totally scared of flying.
The time I have spent being a passenger in a flying tube is less than the number of fingers I have on my left hand (it's been a monumental three times). For those 14 hours I have spent collecting air miles, I have been scared for a good 840 minutes. Or, more simply put: for the whole time.
Getting me to fly somewhere is like getting a child to let go of a lollipop. More often than not, it is not going to happen. Friend's invitations to holidays or suggestions for weekend retreats aren't met with excitement or a giggly whirl of thrill, but with an all-encompassing trepidation and sense of unease.
Let me reiterate: I am 23, and I am able to travel. I shouldn't have these deep-set fears and worries about dipping over the coast and exploring, should I? How is it that I have already lost the child-like want to discover, to play and navigate without purpose?
The majority of online content I see is filled to the brim with wanderlust: my Facebook feed is awash with friends who have started their lives again in Australia, New Zealand, or nuzzled deep into South America. And whilst I dozily scroll through their pictures, I'm not met with the same wanderlust-pang as others who comment "I wish I was there".
I think I've captured the ability to admire from a distance - I appreciate the gorgeous vistas, waterfalls and overseas cuisine without leaving the ground or consulting my passport.
I don't know if I am alone with this feeling, or if my body is simply just more cautiously wired than others, but I would love to open a dialogue on this topic, as I feel all I have seen so far is conflicting to my honest opinion - being that I have not been bitten by the wanderlust bug, and I don't think I ever will.
What's your view? Do you long to travel and wander unknown lands, or are you happy to stick to where you are?