Travel bug.

So there's this video on youtube called A strange place in the desert. It's freakin' amazing.

It's about this ghost town that was a boom town back in the '50s. I don't feel like explaining it all, but here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrND-3LnlV0

I highly recommend it.

Anyway, it gave me the travel bug again.

I want to go out there sooooo badly, I can feel it in my gut. I want to get out and travel. I want to see everything. I mean everything. I want to document it all. I want to just take as much time and money as it takes, and drop everything else to go and experience everything the world has to offer.

I cannot bear the thought of dying without seeing half of the world.

My fear is that I'll put it off because of money, then put it off because of a guy, and put it off because of my family, then put it off because of my kids, and then waking up one day old as the hills and it's too late.

I don't want to blow this.

I want to be a gypsy about this.

I would love nothing more than to hippy the shit out of this and just go and see and do.

I need to plan more, though. I can't just take off with no food or money and just expect everything to be okay, no matter how much I want to.

I just want to get a van. A Volkswagen van. One of those hippy style ones. Paint it up right. Get a backpack with enough clothes to survive. Grab my camera. Take my beau, and just go. Drive. And then when I hit a coast, fly. I would say boat, but that takes far too long. I want to see all of Europe. And Asia. And the middle east. I want to explore Australia. I want to see South America. I want to go to Africa. Hell, I want to go to Hawaii!

But I'm afraid I'll never get to for a chain of stupid reasons.

If I could live on dreams and a camera...