The itch.

Last night at Boy-o's house he was showing me pictures of his travels in a rather wistful way that left no doubt that he missed places he'd been. Funnily enough i had just spent a considerable portion of my day being equally wistful for travel. It's disappointing that work didn't give me the leave that i had wanted, i was looking for 2 weeks on top of the 2 weeks school holidays to spend a month in Germany/Scandinavia and they denied it. (said i could have December. Coz December in Scandinavia is the same as May). 
Looking at the places he has been, which are mostly different to the places i have been, has made me itchy to travel again. I know, i know, i really have just gotten back from Bali, but a week in a private villa getting spa treatments is not the same as wandering the streets of a foreign city, discovering the funky parts of a town, being excited about architecture or the weird quirks of a place. 


I came home this morning and spent some time looking at my travel pictures and wanting to go somewhere, anywhere. Well, not anywhere, Europe again, States again, Canada... 

here

or here

or here

or here

even here

maybe here

 And they're just the places i have been. He was talking about Chicago and i could totally go there, or Vancouver, or San Fran, or Munich, or Toronto, or Seattle. 


So now, at the moment, i'm back to thinking about going away in 2013 for the year. Teach for 6 months in the UK and six months in either Canada or the States. I'd have seen my original lot of year 7's through to graduation, i'd still be young, i have experience, i should have completed my Masters by then, potentially making me more employable... whole year to save... couple of months travel time in the middle of the year when they're all on summer break...  Mum could come and meet me somewhere and we'd travel then.... 


It all seems like a good plan, right?