a strong desire to travel.“a man consumed by wanderlust”.I think you either have been infected by wanderlust or not. Those that are adventure seekers are always planning their next trip, their next conquest. Those that thrive on being home look to plan their next major home improvement project or continue to scour markets for the perfect entryway bench. I have friends in both camps. I respect both sides of this coin.I live in an Artic version of Mayberry. People not only recognize my daughter’s handknit hat, but know who made it. I love this, but there is a whole world out there to explore. There are weeks in the winter when I have no desire to travel because it is so damn miserable out. In the summer though, I try to only make brief pit stops by my house. We just need to wash enough clothes to get us through to our next adventure.My heart has been irrevocably changed by travel. Has yours? My first trip to another country: Oh Canada! A young kid thrilled with new kinds of candy, eh? To my first foray into a poor country: a place where children die from diarrhea juxtaposed against a wealthy playground for the rich. There are places I’d like to visit every week and others that I can check off my list and never return to. Perspective is something that we could all use more of and travel is often the fastest way to achieve that.A well appointed home is a fine thing, too. Those homes that are so thoughtfully constructed and decorated that you just smile walking from room to room. A den that you want to sink into and a kitchen that you never want to leave? Ah, yes. Well done, good friends, those with the architectural eye and the designer’s flair, well done.For now, it’s the season of travel for me and maybe for you, too. Fall and winter will come soon enough. School schedules and real life will hem us in too quickly. Wander now and return home to wash your underwear. Enjoy it all, my friends!