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Wanderlust is contagious, thanks to envy-inducing travel photography, .

The Town That Time Forgot
Through the back roads of Pennsylvania, large dilapidated buildings are scattered along the sides of the desolate highway, surrounded by tall white ash and yellow birch trees. Further along this road, a white-tailed deer grazes in a wide-open field with her fawn, seemingly unphased by the occasional passing commuter. With buildings beginning to fade into the background, massive pine trees overtake any available view from the car windows. Only miles away from the destination, familiar old homes start springing into view along with the 20-year abandoned market that once housed delicious soft-serve ice cream and an array of fishing bait. More familiar the land becomes as the tiny town of no more than 6 shops situated in antique style structures is passed through, and a peaceful at-home sensation sweeps over.
By Hope Byrne5 years ago in Wander
A Small Town in a Flyover State
It’s easy when you’re hometown is set in the mountains or on the coast. You’re blessed with the beauty of nature every day. If you grow up in the city, you get to enjoy the lights, the skyscrapers, and the endless choices of things to do and people to meet. When you grow up in the fields of a flyover state, what do you have?
By Brooke Hash5 years ago in Wander
Dunk in Delhi
Imagine this: You're in the middle of a narrow, tightly packed road. You’re lost. Somehow you've overflown from walking on the sidewalks, to walking right in the middle of the road. But you still can't help but NOT feel odd about this at all, because you, you my friend, are not the only one there. There are so many people there all around you, that you start to think, no you start to believe, that THAT IS the normal path to tread upon. Before you could get a chance to ponder upon that for even a second longer, you realize that you've unknowingly already taken your next step and then the next and the next. You feel like you might just be a pebble in the river going wherever the powerful stream that's engulfed you takes. Cars, motorbikes honk right behind you and rickshaw (cart) pullers yell next to you, every now and then, to make way for themselves on the same road. Sounds adverse? Nah! Because all of you seem to somehow already have a mutual understanding about how to navigate swiftly through the mayhem in tandem –and by god’s grace, it works!
By Jahangup5 years ago in Wander
The Railroad Tracks to My Past
As the years pass and the collection of places I have called home grows, I am starting to appreciate that I will carry pieces of each with me. As I prepare to embark on a nomadic lifestyle by living out of a converted school bus, the idea of home is on my mind. Indulge me in nostalgia as I explore my conceptual building blocks of home, while paying homage to the first and longest place that I have ever lived.
By Emma Bradley-Island5 years ago in Wander
Cape Charles, Va, my Home
Cape Charles, Virginia has been called a modern day Mayberry. The town sits at the entrance to the Cape Charles harbor on the Chesapeake Bay. It is a friendly small town and a melting pot, much like it was upon its incorporation in 1886.
By Laura Smith5 years ago in Wander
A Place so Very Disconnected
There is a strange disconnect from the places you lived when you had spent most of your life moving. You never quite feel at home anywhere. I spent a great deal of my life moving from place to place, country to country, and city to city. However, my grandmother's house, in a small isolated village in Belarus, will always be the place I consider to have had the most significant impact during my childhood.
By Nina Karatkevich5 years ago in Wander
My Hometown Wrecked My Life. Top Story - February 2021.
McCarthy, Alaska wrecked my life. I had a map and a compass heading, that felt sure and steady. I put roots down in a sweet mountain valley in Southern Oregon with lush, organic farms and down-to-earth people choosing to live close to the land. Folks here raise kids, food, herbs, and the vibration of this planet.
By Michelle McAfee5 years ago in Wander
Oxford. Top Story - February 2021.
I wish to explore the lesser-known Oxford - a city nestled within the central rolling hills of England. The dreaming spires and distinctive golden oolitic limestone that stands brightly over cobbled streets, shadowed by crowds of tourists, students and locals already get much rightly-earned acclaim, but there is also so much to celebrate in the margins, the green outskirts and verdant parks, meadows and rivers that cushion this beautiful city. I was not born here, but it is truly the town that is my home.
By Georgia Melodie Hole5 years ago in Wander
5 Days in the Scottish Highlands
Refreshed and dry, with our kit organised and a slight hangover from excessive prosecco the night before, we set off from the hotel with Ali behind the wheel. That didn't last long – he played the ‘Birthday’ trump card to instead relax in the passenger seat taking pictures and eating my half of the snacks.
By Ben Gregory5 years ago in Wander
5 Places to Visit Near Moab That are NOT in the Parks
Moab, Utah is one of the most extraordinary places I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. It is filled with rich history, lots of great hiking, incredible views, and so many different activities.
By Jessica Uhl5 years ago in Wander
Beach Haven
What started as a visit with some old friends a long time ago, became a place I would later call home. Little to my knowledge I would be calling the town I ventured to my residence. With many places I have yet had the opportunity of seeing, and many things I have not had the chance, time or opportunity of doing. The beautiful town of Imperial Beach in San Diego California has become my home. Growing up in the Land of 10,000 lakes with ice cold winters I had always wanted to live on the beach where I could swim and surf everyday and the water was warm. Although the water is cold, and I don't have the time for swimming and surfing in the waters and don't have a surfboard, I live within a mile. With my time spoken for and a lot of things I would rather be doing, the blissful waves, friendly faces, and quiet town has still grown on me quickly.
By Ruby Estelle 5 years ago in Wander
Home
Home is where the heart lies, or so they say. If that's true, then my home is 3,000 miles away. It's a place I haven't been in almost a decade. Still, that's where my heart belongs.
By Alan Roberts5 years ago in Wander