wan·der·lust [won-der-luhst] noun
a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about.
I lived in the same house from the summer before kindergarten through high school graduation, and came back to that same house for 24 years until my parents retired to the beach. There are too many memories to recall readily though I know they involved hours on the phone, laughter, tears, boy band obsession, and an absurd amount of neon.
I loved growing up in that neighborhood, with the same friends living on my street. I met so many of them when we entered kindergarten together at 5 years old and (thanks to Facebook) I'm still in touch with a lot of them today. Throughout college and beyond, I loved to come home to the same house, the same mall, and...Ukrop's.
Because of this, I always thought that I would find a home quickly after I graduated (whether it was Richmond or not...it was DEFINITELY going to be a sweet southern town), marry my high school/college boyfriend, settle down, have kids, and give them a similar experience.
Wow.
While I'm sure that there are plenty of people who make this kind of firm declaration and follow through, I clearly was not one of them.
