this life I live

I always have the travel bug. But recently I've been complacent enough here, in a good way, that my itch to get away has temporarily subsided. However, in the past couple of days, this pushing aside of ambitions abroad has ended. I spent the day alone and doing whatever I pleased (this consisted of Watching four hours of Gilmore Girls while working on my burlap enterprises of sewing backpacks from scraps). In the evening, I skipped out on small group to have some more alone time and went for a jog through Nampa. The weather was perfect, the air was crisp but not cold and the lighting was golden. Running through the neighborhoods of this city I live in made me appreciate the life I am a part of here. But, considering my solitude today, the simple exploration of little streets I had never run down before wet my travel buds for a grander adventure away from all this I've known for the past three years. When I got back to the house, I climbed on the roof to take down the Christmas lights but ended up just stretching and watching the sunset over all the buildings blocking the majority of the view. It was one of those moments I never wanted to end and I couldn't stop myself from smiling as my eyes remained glued to the evolving picture in front of me. I was filled with joy and begged the question "is it enough to just exist?". In that moment, my answer was "absolutely." I want more of those joypiphany moments, and I want to seek them through travel endeavors that I am always dreaming of. So. I'll make it happen.