Confession

Travelling to me is like _____ to some people.

Now you know my secret.

It keeps my sanity.

This is where I'm supposed to refrain from whining about not being able to travel for two years, right? Because there are much bigger problems in the world than that -- starvation, illiteracy, poverty, global warming, and, for God's sake, the whole of Gaza being blockaded, and also dry, frizzy hair?

When this is over, I'm going to travel for a year!

Image: Flickr, Brighton Beach Bathing Boxes, Melbourne, AU that I didn't visit.