I fight the urge to roll my eyes whenever a person tells me they have “Wanderlust.” Anyone who has read travel and culture magazines in the last five years knows the word belongs on a list of words and phrases to retire- it’s up there with “nestled” and “rolling hills” and “picturesque.” The only thing that annoys me more than “wanderlust,” is the fact that I haven’t found a word that better describes my own compulsion to wander, travel and move constantly.
I have kept busy with work in San Antonio since August, and I admit I have scattered my professional energies since October trying to incorporate travel in my work in 2014. I am excited to be traveling throughout Belgium, France, Spain, and possibly Asia in the coming months, and I hope travel is something I can incorporate in my career and assignments more in the future.
I am trying to stay mindful of which people and things are around me at this moment in my life; I have grown so much in my professional and personal life because of them, and I know this moment in my life will pass. I am proud to be working in San Antonio in a time where the city’s creative communities are beginning to come into their own, particularly in the food community. Recent writing and photo assignments have reminded me that travel will always be part of my life, even if I can’t find a better word than “wanderlust” to describe it. We are always moving even when we are standing still, and I am traveling even when I simply bake souffles in the family kitchen.