Tromping through mud with moon boots while toting a Mary Poppins' type ruck sack and slurping bad ass coffee till my eyeballs rocket launch from my brain.
Normally the term "wanderlust" is defined as a: "strong longing for or impulse toward wandering." And this is true, surely. However most of us associate this word with being physically transient, neither here nor there but always present and having a rioting good time as a result.
I have taken it upon myself to personally adopt this word and expand upon it. I have many strong longings and impulses for wandering, and someday my little feet will literally accomplish where my whimsy takes me. I'm moreso talking about the wanderlust of my thoughts, drives, ambitions, passions...whatever you want to call it.
Because of this newfound kind of personal wanderlust I've devoted my spare time (when I have any) to finding everything and anything that catches my fancy and posting it here. Most of which will involve a lot of art, some politics, some personal blog-related essays or reflections, and so on.
I'll try not to be boring. But then again I've hardly an audience, so I'll just run with posting whatever the bloody hell I want to and laugh hysterically to myself in the process. Because sometimes I think I'm pretty hilarious.