Travel Sick
By Conor
When we arrived in Australia for the first time, it was sort of a relief. People spoke English, the weather was nice, and we were in a nice house.
But after a while I started having a recurring dream. In the dream I was back home, except I felt sad, sad that I wasn’t traveling any more.
After a while in Australia, I started getting bored. Every day we walked to the beach, swam, watched TV, and then slept.
I longed to be somewhere more exotic. Somewhere where people didn’t speak our language, somewhere that elephants could roam the streets, somewhere different.
When I heard the news that we where going to Thailand next I was overjoyed. I couldn’t wait to go. I knew I would miss the comforts of Australia, but I wanted adventure.
I guess you could say I wasn’t home sick, but travel sick.
