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Research Paper On Wanderlust

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Before Ever since I was a kid, there has always been something utterly appealing about the open road. Something about how you could go on wonderful adventures if you so wished, but first, you had to be willing to get lost on a road that could lead absolutely anywhere. Willing to explore everything nature has to give you, and, only then, would you find true happiness. No one had understood my obsession with it until him. Long car rides were always an inconvenience to my friends, my family, and anyone else in my small town. They were all content where they were. No one ever seemed to want to leave until me. Not even him. But when we met, I could tell he was intrigued by the idea. That day I stumbled upon him in the library changed both …show more content…

In fact, most of these wanderers travel far and wide to get away from the dull, hum-drum of daily life. It is uncommonly stupid to believe that wanderlust is an infection or disease. It’s not a sickness that will rid the world of it’s population. It cannot cause a mass genocide and wipe out the human race. In fact, it promotes integration into other societies. Wandering down the deserted roads in the dead of night is something I have always immensely enjoyed. And now that I'm back, we have the chance to go even farther. In fact, we had the choice to run away together. But once again, he wasn't ready. So instead, we traveled back to our gorgeous lake, and in the isolation that we enjoyed there, we experienced each other's pleasurable company all over again. We took time to get acquainted with each other all over again. Our intimacy needed to be repaired, restored. It had been a long time since we had been together. My body craved him, just as much as it craved leaving this place …show more content…

We both know it. He resents it, I can tell by the way he clenches his jaw. I gently let him know that it’s not him. The small town just suffocates me. I need to be in the open air. He understands, but it still frustrates him. He shares that he misses getting away with me, holding me, fucking me. If I’m being totally honest, I miss it too. The boys where I am are incredibly childish and need constant supervision. No one can be what he is to me. No one even comes close. Our energy gives me life. It encourages me to keep going. My survival depends on knowing that I can come back to this, celebrate my everyday life with him. If it wasn’t for him, I’d run away and never look back. In fact, that was my plan when I met him. That’s why I was so far away. I hadn’t been expecting someone to come into my life. Force me to commit to a long distance. But then, I never expected him. But whenever I’m with him, the need to get away alone grows weaker, and the need to get away fast with him begins to become the new thing I crave. I need him in my life. Without his quiet presence and strong support, I fall apart. My breakdowns have become a daily occurrence in the time I’ve been gone. I’ve become withdrawn. But I still need to go

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