CONFLICTED WANDERLUST – A DEFINITION

The timing of my alarm clock yesterday was excruciatingly terrible. I had done a quick, twelve-hour, turn and burn work trip the day before and had crawled into bed far past my bedtime. My sleep was deep, the kind where you wake and the covers are barely wrinkled because you didn’t move all night. As the beep of my alarm started to pull me closer to wakefulness, I had an overwhelming desire to go back to where I just was. My dream was so vivid, that I was certain it was real. I was lounging, legs stacked lazily underneath me on the deck of a gorgeous boat in the middle of the most crystal-clear blue water you’ve ever seen. The smell of a delicious meal was wafting nearby and the sun was warm on my face. I lazily lifted my hand above my eyes to shield the sun and could distinctly make out mountains in the distance. The sounds of good friends laughing and one of my favorite albums playing filled my ears. I’m unsure who I was with specifically, but could feel the comfort of my favorite people and the excitement of new friends. It was, by every account, a most perfect day. Just as I was about to turn and join the conversation… to see who and what were making me so very happy…

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ugh.

I clawed a hand free from the depths of my blankets and frantically slapped my nightstand, hoping to hit the offensive device that was pulling me from such a happy occasion. Once silenced, I desperately willed myself back to that mystical place I had just been. I rolled onto my side, pulled the covers up tight and begged my brain to turn back off and take me back to the adventure it had just been on. I wanted to be there and I needed to see what was next but alas, I was awake. What a delightful torment to start the day. And you better believe, I thought about that dream and that particular adventure ALL. DAY. LONG.

Even with visions of that adventure playing like a movie through my brain, I managed to haul myself in a timely fashion to the office. The day was cold and grey in Indianapolis, which is pretty standard for this time of year, but surprisingly, I was still glad to be home. After being away from my desk for a day, I had many things to accomplish and I felt a bit of excitement to dive into my to-do list. I relished my normal cup of coffee while enjoying quick catch-ups with my coworkers and went about my normal day with a smile on my face. After a productive day of meetings and to-do list marking, I returned home at my normal time and warmed up some leftovers for dinner. I promptly cuddled up on the couch with my dog and an adult beverage and dove into my current Netflix binge. Bedtime came earlier than normal and I climbed into bed with the same kind of satisfaction that I had started the day with in dreamland. By all accounts, it was the vanilla-est of days. Yet even in the normalness of this standard day, I felt as happy as I did in the depths of the great adventure my brain had been on in the morning.

By definition, wanderlust is a noun that describes the strong longing for or impulse toward wandering or travel. Additionally, conflicted, is an adjective that refers to experiencing conflict. Conflict in and of itself can be defined as being incompatible or at variance; a clash. So by definition, conflicted wanderlust = experiencing a clash against the strong longing to wander or travel. Wanting to be home and away. Here and everywhere. My dream versus my normal day.

Does this ever happen to you? Does the excitement of a big adventure feel as comfortable as the routine of a regular old day? Are you as happy traveling to an exotic location as you are sitting, cuddled up on your couch? Do you yearn for the normalcy of your everyday life and to experience the routines of other cultures? Do you feel equal parts comfortable in the city as you do in the country? Is the white picket fence dream life as enticing to you as a life of exciting adventures? Do you ever wish you would’ve made a jump to a new location or career after school, after kids, even yesterday but also feel extremely grateful for being just where you are? Do you ever wish you could live twenty very different lives simultaneously?
Yes, yes, yes and some more yes?
Welcome, my friend.
You aren’t alone.
Sit down.
Get cozy.
Could I pour you a drink?
This is the life of the conflicted wanderlust.
I’m Lindsay…
So glad you are here!

I swear I was born to live 47 different lives. I’m talking legit, full, lovely, very, VERY different lives. The white picket fence dream life. Living as a nomad in foreign lands. On a boat. In a city high-rise. In the mountains. On the coast. An urban city dweller. A quiet, country life. In a VW van following a band around the country. Working to live at some resort that pays my room and board. Living to work as a corporate girl boss. The list is endless! Pretty much imagine any complete contradiction… and I’m totally in! I would and could happily plant myself any of these places and live a very full, happy life but would I always yearn for something else on the list? How can a person be equal parts homebody and adventurer? And for all that is good and holy- WHY DO WE NOT HAVE MORE TIME? Although this topic makes me a smidge panicky (I can feel myself starting to sweat!) this is my normal. I adore being a homebody but also start to twitch if I haven’t gotten on an airplane in too long. I love traveling more than almost anything but also love the routine of my standard, everyday life. I know myself pretty well and trust me when I say that this is not an identity crisis. This is simply me. A conflicted wanderlust. By definition.

I consider myself a collector of people and experiences. I adore all things home and nurturing the relationships I already have. I’m also always looking for that new friend and itching for that next experience. Want to join me as I muse on all things conflicting? The more the merrier! Join me and see what adventure is next for the conflicted wanderlust!

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