As J.R.R. Tolkien put it, “Not all who wander are lost.”
But the thing is, I don’t want to wander anymore. I’m not lost here in New York City, and I’m truly happy. I have the perfect home for my heart nestled in the most wonderful city in the world, and I have no desire to leave it (unless you count weekends in the Hamptons or trips to Cape Cod in the blistering months of summer).
I have, what I refer to as “Satiated Wanderlust.”
I used to love traveling. I’ve been all over Western Europe. Tours of Spain, England, France…and even a brief stint at a summer school in Switzerland—until I was “removed” for sneaking out with boys—turns out I was lusting for more than just wandering.
Each trip was about four to six weeks and by the end of each one, regardless of country, region or city, I would be desperate to get back to America. I was devastatingly homesick. Maybe it had to do with not understanding the language, the customs, and the people. But after one-to-many discotecas and currency exchange centers I was ready to pack my bags and get on a plane home.
I craved shampoo brands I could recognize, Twix bars, and delicious, normal-tasting diet coke. I missed my music that wasn’t 15 years behind the times and my amazing water pressure. I needed home, I needed America.
My name is Gigi Engle, and I am an addict. I am truly, 100% addicted to America.
Traveling didn’t make me lust for more, it made me lust for home. I wasTHAT girl who marched around London on the 4th of July wearing a red, white and blue Cubs jersey, Daisy Dukes and cowboy boots. I was THAT girl who screamed at a DJ in Barcelona for refusing to play Skrillex. I was THAT girl who ate only Neutella for six weeks straight.
I admire those who love to travel and to go outside of their comfort zones to new and exciting places. I love them for it. Go forth, my traveling darlings, and see the world! Instagram it so that I can see it too! But please, don’t make me come!
I left my travels behind, and I’ve never craved a return to them. I am American. I can see the world in pictures. And, you know what, I’m really fine with that.
Originally from Always Hope, Never Expect