Sometimes I feel landlocked. Bogged down in obligations. Swamped and stuck at work. Sometimes the travel bug hits with a vengeance and I want nothing more than to jump on the airport express train and catch the first flight to a foreign language.
Those are the times to look inwards. To realise that my apartment is bigger on the inside than on the outside, that there is always a new slant of light to discover and, contrary to what it might feel like when the wanderlust has seized me, that life happens first here at home.