I said to a coworker today, “man I want to travel.” She laughed and remarked that I was “doing pretty good with it.” I didn’t question that in the moment, but have since reflected on it a bit.

There’s a difference between trips and travel. I just came back from a trip to Texas, and I throughly enjoyed it. I got to see a lot of the state, and it got to see a lot of me…

But it wasn’t uninterrupted, extended travel without an end date. The cities and sights were predetermined. And it was great; there was nothing wrong with it.

Yet my heart longs for the unknown, in destination and time. I’m confident my wife and I will embark on that type of journey again someday. Until then, I’ll be yearning for that irreplaceable experience no one but you will understand.