i've got the itch so bad. everyday i spend a large part of it dreaming about boarding a plane and going somewhere outside of my little home in the south. california doesn't count, i need to see new soil. today, i thought about my dusty little passport that hasn't been used in 3 years. 3 years ago, almost to the day when i last visited costa rica. part of my heart remains there, to the people, the way of life, the pacific ocean.
soon the time will come to decorate my passport with a fresh stamp or two or three and i will be ready.