I'm a travel-addict. There's no denying that fact. I love to travel and when I don't get my fix, I start to feel a little on edge. I'll sit in bookstores for hours on end, pouring over stacks of Lonely Planet guide books. But nothing helps.
Ultimately, once that itch to travel has set in there's no stopping it. Whether it's six months or one year, there's just only so long I can stay in one place before I just have to leave. And then before you know it, I've booked a plane ticket I can't afford on my nearly maxed-out credit card and I'm zooming off to Thailand.
And I'm trying to fight it, I am. I wish they had a nicotine patch for travel-addicts or a 12 Step program. Or maybe some sort of posh, isolated rehab center in the mountains somewhere. It'd definitely be packed with former flight attendants and cruise ship employees and English teachers and there would probably be a ban on reading travel memoirs and the Lonely Planet Thorne Tree forum. But sadly, no such support exists. A travel-addict is left to tough it out !!
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