I'm feeling nostalgic tonight, which is nothing new really. I've had a lot of spare time on my hands in these past few weeks, which has resulted in a whole lot of perusing old blog posts and journal entries, as well as quite the emotional ride down memory lane.
I don't quite know how to explain how I feel in times like these. I guess it would best be described as a cross between nostalgia and wanderlust, with a little something extra thrown in there too.
I'm trying to learn how to live contently during the down seasons of my life, how to be happy once the bustling days of summer have come to an end and there aren't any trips on the calendar for months to come.
I have a wandering soul, a restless heart, if you will. I don't have a hard time relaxing or spending my days leisurely every once and awhile, but it's only a matter of time before I feel the need to be out and about, exploring, and adventuring again.
I read somewhere once that to always want to be on the move shows that there's something you're running from, and I've been thinking about that a lot lately. I've come to the conclusion that maybe it's true, but that doesn't have to mean that it's something bad, does it? Maybe the only thing I'm running from is an ordinary life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing after all.