I'm Abraham De Lacy Guiseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley, O'Malley the alley Cat

I've got that wanderlust. Yes, 'wanderlust is a real word and not one of the many that I make up for these blog posts. You can look it up, but I'll save you the trouble: it means to have a very strong or irresistible impulse to travel and everyone has it pumping through them.
Not just that wanderlust of wanting to move from one geographical location to another. The word can mean so much more. Maybe your wanderlust manifests itself in the form of time - you wish you could only be 15 years younger of that you children would grow up faster. You might be lusting for your career to be further, your schooling to be done, or your hair to grow - anything! You want to be somewhere/something/someone else. In the words of every mother talking to their three year old child, "Why can't you just stand still?"
Why can't we?
Why do our proverbial feet itch so that we must be constantly planning our next move up and out? Thousands of outside influences entreat us to stop and smell the roses or enjoy the day. We, ourselves, give that advice to all others around us raving though life, but never set the example by being the one to slow down first.
But isn't that what makes life wonderful? It's that ongoing anticipation of the sun coming out tomorrow after all, tomorrow is supposed to be another day? Wanting to wander for better isn't haste it's hope. It's the built in human right to dream for something more out of life. It's how we let go of our disappointments from today.
Lust on my friends. Lust for that better job, a day when you're out of debt, or when that moving truck comes and sweeps you out of life known as today and brings you home to tomorrow. I am a wanderluster. And I'm proud to live so.