Wordless Wednesday // Wanderlust
Welcome to Wordless Wednesday, a new meme created by Grace over at kimmi.egg. It’s here we talk about anything but books, even just for a few minutes.
This week we’re talking about those beautiful places you want to go to but actually you’re stuck in a place that’s not there. Not there is where grey clouds and responsibilities lie, where dreams feel like nothing but a – well, dream.
For lovers of travel talk, here is my travel bucket list:
I have been to France a total of once. It rained a whole lot and for the most of it I queued to go up the Eiffel Tower. But what I really want to do is just walk around and breathe the city in. I’ve always dreamed of waking up in a fancy, Parisian hotel, donned a beautiful dress and just walked and bought pastries and read books on benches in parks. I’ve fallen in love with the language, and I’m ready to romanticize the shit out of this town once again, properly this time.
I have recently fallen in love with fantasy. More specifically, Italian-themed historical, magical fantasy that depicts beautiful, rich cities with Italian food and architecture. Every time someone posts an Instagram of their trip to Venice, I weep. Why am I not the one taking fancy Instagrams? Sailing on a gondola through the sunken streets? I know that if I leave it too long (and I mean really long) Venice will be completely underwater, so I really should hurry.
Santorini, Greek Islands
This one feels out of character and in character for me. I am a lover of the beach and the sun. I have never been on a holiday where the walls were white washed and everything at night just glowed. I’ve seen vlogs of people’s Santorini holidays, of the sunset and the food and the gentle, calm atmosphere, and have fallen in deep, deep love. But at the same time, Santorini, like many of the places I’ve mentioned, have become touristy, with people piling onto platforms to get a good shot of the sun setting, and queueing to get into restaurants and cute bookshops. I feel, if I went here, I’d have to splurge to get the vacation I actually wanted.
Fun fact, I’ve never left the continent of Europe.
It’s expensive and it’s far, but California is a place that I feel doesn’t actually exist until I’ve been there. Every movie, show, and book is set there. There are songs constantly sun about it, and it seems every major event and all that’s happening is in California. I don’t just want to visit L.A, I want to visit San Francisco and the national parks too. I want to ride in a convertible through Beverly Hills and step along the walk of fame. I want to see and feel whatever people feel that makes the love this place so damn much. You could also say I have deep, deep FOMO.
I first started to properly know about this city when a friend of mine from uni introduced me to her massive obsession over Korean culture. She showed me boy bands and television shows that were steaming with references to the city, and eventually I just had to google it. Colourful, vibrant, and busy, Seoul has been one of the largest inspirations for the cities I write about in the novel I’m currently working on. Advertisements and billboards rule, where capitalism is at it’s peak. It’s a modern, technological beauty that I would love to visit one day, despite being on the other side of the world.