Waiting for an adventure

Every now and then I get the urge of packing my bags and travelling. I haven't felt it for quite some time but now I start to feel this familiar "itch" inside that is slowly growing bigger and bigger while I grow more and more restless. I just want to go and explore and I don't even know where exactly I would like to go.

Travelling nowadays has its limitations. Sometimes severe limitations due to my medical issues. The worst is when I start to feel uneasy taking a bus home and it is only few stops so I prefer to walk especially since the weather is fine nowadays.

I don't want to start sounding like some sort of a blogger-weatherman so I better stop before I descend into a deeper conversation about weather in England, that conversation (in this case a monologue) can go on forever.

I want to go someplace I have never been before. I thought about travelling last year before my health took the turn for the worst, we planned to go to Fez in Morocco, but the timing wasn't great due to his work and building the new shop that was opened in the end of the year. And going to a desert might not be the best idea, since I cannot even sleep properly when the room is too hot. I guess smaller trips somewhere closer would suit me better due to my health issues.

Actually one thing that got me thinking about small trips was an add. I get all kinds of offers to my e-mail. One of them was a day-trip on a bus to Belgium. Start really early from here, through the tunnel to France and then to Brugges, which is said to be lovely. And then back to London, arriving little before midnight. But then again me and bus....there you go Void, not an easy thing to plan and organise.

I am expected to travel in the first half of July. One of my very good friends is getting married to her long time partner and I'm expected to attend the girls night, church and the reception. To be completely honest, my Dear Void, I'm torn. Part of me really wants to go and see all my friends and also my family and summers are normally really lovely and warm in Estonia....but....leaving aside the medical half of things, not knowing how I would react to air travel and all this, I have truly mixed feelings. 

Don't get me wrong, I love weddings but they were much more fun when I was in my 20s. Now when you are over 30 you try to predict and dodge the possible bullet - subtle questions about your life and when you will tie the knot. I really don't want these questions.