wanderlove

i've always had a problem with the word wanderlust. as if to say traveling is the mistress tempting us away from the place we call home. who's to say we can't also love the world's wonders? plus no matter how far i roam, nothing could ever diminish my love for the bay.

i'm not gonna lie though: definitely been feeling small pangs of jealousy as i read blogs, catch tweets, or peek photos of the foreign affairs of friends in thailand, the p.i., europe, and elsewhere.

seems like it's been an eternity since i've eaten tiny packages of honey-roasted peanuts or chased the sun through the sky. a vacation long overdue. keeping it domestic, but still very excited. chi-town in exactly one week: let's goooooo!