Wanderlust

Wanderlust. When I was young, and just a girl I wanted to travel around the world - Casablanca, Marrakesh, Rio de Janeiro and Budapest. The more exotic the sound of the name, the more I was drawn, like a moth to a flame. I studied the atlas, and stuck in pins to highlight the places where I would be going. I planned plane journeys from East to West, from Korea to Siberia, and back again. My aunt had a globe in her living room and I spun it round and round, in a world of my own. When it was getting dark, the globe seemed to shine with continents so vast, and oceans sublime, each night I imagined the people I would meet, and how I’d introduce myself, and what they’d say to greet this small town girl with big,wide eyes, that gazed into the distance, as if she was surprised. Copyright Suzy Davies 07/29/2016. All Rights Reserved.