A couple of nights ago, I managed to get depressed watching the Weather Network. Which is an admittedly extreme reaction—it isn’t the most interesting channel, but it’s generally pretty neutral. Not the sort of thing that leads to major shifts in one’s mood.
But I’d switched over a couple minutes early for the local forecast: just in time for the international forecast. And it made me sad. Not just because the weather here has been… less than spectacular (really, I’m used to that, and the few sunny days we’ve had have made up for it. Mostly). It’s just that I’ve been suffering from a rather severe case of wanderlust these last few weeks. (Last few years, actually, but it comes and goes, and it’s been particularly strong lately.) Watching the map was like seeing a checklist of places I’d like to be, but can’t, for a number of reasons.
It’s not the first time this sort of thing has happened. I had to stop flipping through certain travel magazines when I was at the bookstore for the same reason. I’d walk away sighing, depressed in a way I couldn’t quite explain.
Obviously, something needs to be done.
What, I don’t know. Right now, between money and scheduling and… everything else, it takes a lot of effort for me to get out of the city, let alone the country.
I have to think about it.
