I want jetlag.
I want long laborious transfers.
I want crooked neck and cramp from economy seats.
I want powdered eggs and instant coffee on a tray.
I want sticky leather stuck to sweaty backs.
I want sunburn.
I want to moan ‘are we there yet’.
I want liquids in a sandwich bag.
I want the disorientation of cultures new.
I want long lines, crowded spaces.
I want delays in dirty terminals, sat waiting on dusty floors.
I want sleepless nights and sleepy days.
I want to misinterpret new languages.
I want to over pack, under pack.
I want to lift heavy cases from conveyer belts.
I want monsoon seasons. Over cast days. Cloudy starts.
I want to wonder dodgy streets.
I want to feel small in the face of it all.
I want the unknown.
I want to long for home again.
I want to get lost.
I want adventure, in all it’s glory, the good with the bad.
I want to feel it all.
Again.
One day.
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