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I can see the sunshine outside. Clear skies beyond the eye can see. It's gorgeous. Spring is finally on its merry way, though let's be honest, it's always warm in Florida. The trees hardly change color, and the leaves fall and die all year round. I say this, because it is the bane of my existence.

My family and I were supposed to go to Savannah this week. It was a surprise trip to celebrate my upcoming wedding anniversary to my husband. Nine years and going strong. Instead, I had to cancel those plans due to the quarantine, and the uncertainty of the next time we'd really be able to travel. It was going to be one of the yearly adventures out of state I try to do, whether with the family or simply by myself.

I'm itching to go somewhere. I want to travel and wanderlust is eating away at me so much that I feel trapped in the day to day.

It isn't the same walking outside, stepping into the backyard. It's not the same as a walk down the road then back again just to stretch your legs and get out from these enclosed walls. The need to go eats away at you, burying deep into your skin until your nails are digging in so hard just to scratch that itch.

I pity my wallet once all this is over because I might have to take a couple mini vacations just to get it out of my system.

With everything going on, I won't even get to visit my biological aunt anymore. The first of my biological relatives I'll ever meet since I was a baby.

She was supposed to visit from Australia, but now, well, that's definitely not going to be a thing that's happening. I had a lot of questions to ask, but I guess i'm just going to have to wait.

I'm ready for things to go back to normal again. It's hard to imagine this being the new 'normal'.