So I’ve just discovered that there’s a name for my condition – “Wanderlust”.
Just read an exciting article on page 46 of Oprah Magazine (SA version) titled “Be Still, My Roaming Heart”. It’s by Elisabeth Eaves, a New York -based journalist who’s also released her new book Wanderlust: A Love Affair With Five Continents.
A new addition to my 2012 list of books to read. 
I’ve never felt more understood and inspired by a traveller.
A quote from the Article Wanderlust – WorldHum
‘ “Wanderlust,” the very strong or irresistible impulse to travel, is a perfect word, adopted untouched from the German, presumably because it couldn’t be improved upon. Workarounds like the French “passion du voyage” don’t quite capture the same meaning. Wanderlust is not a passion for travel exactly, it’s something more animal and more fickle—more like lust. We don’t lust after very many things in life. We don’t need words like “worklust” or “homemakinglust.” But travel? The essayist Anatole Broyard put it perfectly: “Travel is like adultery: one is always tempted to be unfaithful to one’s own country. To have imagination is inevitably to be dissatisfied with where you live … in our wanderlust, we are lovers looking for consummation.” ‘
Totally loved it!
Keep chasing those dreams .
Regalchild.
“Wanderlust is not a passion for travel exactly, it’s something more animal and more fickle—more like lust.”
OMG this is like reading bits of my believings…
Keep on that chasing, but you know that the happiness is in Maputo ahahahahahahha
Mwah
Wild@heart!
Maputo is certainly a wanderlust affair
Once you’ve been there you’ll always have the urge to go back.
That’s my plan.