You know when you’re going about your day-to-day life and you start to feel a little restless? You long for adventure, a change of pace, to try something new, or to explore somewhere you’ve never been. I’ve been feeling like that lately, and it’s largely due to the books I’ve been reading. Thus, I bring you today’s topic: books and wanderlust.
In books, I can travel anywhere. Back in time, forward in time, across oceans, to the edges of the desert, the heart of the jungle, etc. I love learning about other cultures, parts of the world, and lifestyles which differ from my own. It’s incredible that books have the ability to transport readers to so many amazing places, but books encourage me to do more than just travel through the pages. I want to physically travel, too.
Who would have thought a cluster of words and pages would have the power to make me want to take action? When I read about far-off places and people, I want to see them for myself. I want to learn even more by immersing myself in the setting. Not only do books teach me so much, but they encourage me to learn even more through travel.
I’ve been reading a lot of books set in foreign countries lately (looking at you, World War histfics), and as a result, I’ve got the travel bug. Right now, I’m longing for Europe. Tomorrow it could be New York City (just kidding, it’s always New York City). After that, it could be South America. It all depends on what I read, but no matter where the book is set, I always find myself intrigued by that place.
Books pique my interest, and wanderlust encourages me to take action. My desire to travel to the places I read about is just as strong as my desire to read the latest bestseller. For me, books and wanderlust go hand in hand, and someday I hope I have as many stamps on my passport as books on my TBR (hint: that’s a lot).