Somewhere. Anywhere. I need to move. I need to go. I need to see something different, see somewhere different, feel the joy and the fear and the amazement of stepping into a new world, into someone else's world, into the farthest unknowable reaches of this vast and seemingly infinite planet.
I need to go beyond four walls and a garden fence. I need a boarding pass in my hand. I need a train ticket in my pocket. I need sweat from south-east Asian humidity and chills from Canadian cold. I need vodka shots on the Trans-Siberian. I need lions roaring in the depths of night. I need a gallop across the pampas on an Argentinian estancia. I need snacks in a Tokyo bar.