The thing is, when you got bitten by this so-called wanderlust, you'll have this constant ache to travel the world or a perpetual itch to see places or things you've never been or seen. Some people may or may not understand it. It's like craving for new places to explore, adventures to try, people to meet, cultures to learn, books to read and food to eat. And when you are finally there or getting there, you would feel so alarmingly high of the strangely unfamiliar surroundings presented to you.

But you'll never get over it, or maybe at least for a time you won't. It'll be like a drug, almost painstakingly so addicting. Yet it could be love, very beautiful to bear and feel. And that is life, right there. I don't think we are ever meant to live in just one place. The world is a much bigger place than we think it is. In my own vague dictionary, I am certain that we were created to see the world with our own stained-glass eyes and believe that there's a boundless number of things waiting to be discovered.

So what do you say, let's go run away, shall we?