I hate how untravelled I am.

The only time I've been out of the country was when I was like two on a cruise.

I've never even been farther west than St. Louis.

I haven't even touched the Northeast.

The farthest North I've been is Illinois/Indiana/Ohio.

I've barely been to 10 states.

Even then, some of them have been one town.

Very few places we've actually been. Yet, those are the places we end up returning to, rather than trying somewhere new.

The beach, every summer.
The beach, now boring, worn out.

The mountains, few stays.
The mountains, undiscovered and still like new.
Except one place, where we've outgrown our stay.

The desert, never been.
The desert, I'm dying to experience.

Tourist hotspots, I'm tired.
Gulf Shores, I'm bored.

Big Cities, unseen.
Hidden Gems, awaiting.

Indianapolis, Wore out, nothing new to see.
New Zealand, a place I'd like to be.

Even if that's a no, and stay within the country:

Boston?
Albuquerque?
Phoenix?
Seattle?
Austin?
Philadelphia?

DC, you promised, all those years ago.
DC, a place we still haven't been.

Everyday, Wanderlust grows.
Everyday closer our vacation gets, the more disappointed I start to feel.

The beach feels burnt out, a week every year.
Out on it from Ten to Four, that's Forty-Two hours.
Most of it wasted, stressing over being bored.

All that time, wasted away, like I am doing now, on this average summer day.

The Gulf, the place we'll always stay.
The Pacific, a place you'll never pay.

The Pacific West Coast, another trip was promised.
The Pacific West Coast, were these promises a hoax?

An opportunity, I thank.
An opportunity doesn't happen for another year.

A year is a long time, too long.
Especially when Wanderlust grows by the second.

Somrwhere new, I've cried, multiple times.
The same places you choose, even after all this time.