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Sunday, December 18, 2011

Wanderlust

Wild heart, child heart, all of the world your home.
Glad heart, mad heart, what can you do but roam?
Oh, I'll beat it once more in the morning, boys,
With a pinch of tea and a crust;
For you cannot deny
When you hark to the cry
Of the Wanderlust.


-Robert W. Service








To travel endlessly is my number one desire in life. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't going to law school at all, but then I remind myself that morphing into Anthony Bourdain is just not going to happen.


One day, I will hopefully start crossing off things on my travel destination list. Until then, the travel channel will have to suffice.


All photos from flickr--click through for source