I've felt this before, but never so strongly.
I think I picked something else up in Thailand - something more than the mysterious Dengue. Something even more resounding than the ebullient "Sawadekaaaaaa!" and "Kap khun kaaaa!" that I can use almost exclusively in nail salons here in this city.
I picked up a cowbell-resistant fever. For roamin'.
I read ravenously, snacking on other experiences as I plot my own. I'm going deep into the world.
I know nobody's going with me. I offer, receiving occasional smiling agreements, but I know I'm going alone.
Finally, I'm OK with that. My fella's OK with that.