My wanderlust can't help but kick in every time I hear of people's travel plans. There is simply so much to see and reading about the oddities and beauty of the world only serve to fan the flames of my desire. It seems like you can travel forever, but it's never going to be enough. Currently, I'm exploring the backyards of this side of my world. But someday I'd love to travel to all 48 states of the US (Alaska and Hawaii are kind of hard to get to not being on the mainland). In this dream, I'd get around by Greyhound, drink pop in Chicago, fall in love with the 'gators in Florida, stand wide eyed and awed in New York, be endlessly charmed by the South, surf the beaches of California, find a Matt Saracen/Tim Riggins hybrid in Texas, go thrifting in the Midwest and take a million Polaroids of every crazy random happenstance moments. Until that day happens I'll keep listening to tales from well-traveled folks, which I'm sure Chaz will have no lack of.
Top: Dorothy Perkins, Skirt: Forever 21, Shoes: Steve Madden, Bag: Pull and Bear
Hell, Stjørdal, Norway