Road

Life drives me crazy when my head gets like this. This constant droning frustration and ravings on and on about the places you’d rather be. Shut up, you’re here I want to tell it. Make the most of it, I want to say. But it’s loud – persistant. It strikes just when you’re finally putting your two feet on the ground and it says enough of this, go go go, and suddenly you’re itching and aching to be out of this town. Common sense says no. Common sense tells you that you hate the people who do what you’re contemplating doing, and think what you’re thinking.

It doesn’t change though. The want to go. Just go. Just run.

And some days it’s all that keeps me getting out of bed. This strange thought that one day you’ll do it. You’ll sing O Canada drunkenly in the streets of Toronto, with Hollie at your side and a crew of random Canadians laughing at your typical Australianness. You’ll stumble down the streets of Japan, bickering with Amy and Barrett over where to eat and where to go next. You’ll stare up at the pyramids of Egypt with Keanan, or if his life takes him elsewhere, whatever damn fool you’ve conned into putting up with you this time around. You’ll take Lewis to the Fontana Di Trevi and eat the best gelati in the world and toss a coin over your shoulder and wish for this to never end. You’ll trek down the winding forests of Ecuador, awed and stunned by the green that encompasses and inspires. You’ll once again wake up to the eerie sound of a piano played beautifully after a wonderful night in Melbourne, wandering down the hardwood floors to greet one of the truest and greatest friends you’ve ever known. You’ll get lost in bars in Ireland, laughing and joking with the locals solely because you like hearing them speak. You’ll swim with the fish and the turtles in the great barrier reef, before jetting back to Brisbane to catch trains and ride rollar coasters with Amy.

You’ll do it. You will.

Shh. Be patient.

Learn to enjoy the times between too. Learn to enjoy home. Learn to be happy with the here and now, and stop wishing for the next great adventure.

Bah. Sleep.