The travel-happy homebody strikes again

I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full. ~Lord Dunsany

I had a dream last night that I went to Rome. There was also something about Vatican City, lots of old cathedrals and tan, marble architecture and candlelit services. I imagine that’s mostly really there. Of course, in my dream, Morgan Freeman and my boyfriend’s 12-year-old brother were also featured, and they are decidedly not there. Still. I’ve decided—and I’m not making this decision based on a dream, I promise—that I want to go to Rome. I’ve been to London, Paris, and Venice, and I’d go back to any of the three in the space of a heartbeat. For new destinations, though, I really want to go to Rome. Maybe in college. We’ll have to see.

I want to go to Ireland, too.

And I wouldn’t mind seeing the rest of the US.


Not bad for a homebody.