The Itch

Itchy FeetI’m starting to itch. It’s not a flea itch or one of those deep ear canal itches. It has a slight feeling of a nervous itch, but only at times. It’s not an itch where it hurts but feels so good you can’t stop, and it’s definitely not a contagious itch. Thankfully it’s not one of those itches you can’t quiet reach or one that you can’t find the right spot. My friends… it is the frivolous itch of change.

I think I was born with an itch and the itch becomes more frequent the older I get. Perhaps when I was a child I would just ask someone to scratch my itch, but as I got older I found out that I could satisfy my own itch.

I remember my first big itch. I was 16 years old and sitting at our weekly school assembly itching. Then a lady got up to speak about the exchange student experience. I think it took me about 10 minutes to make up my mind. I was going to Sweden. About 6 months later I was on a plane to the other side of the world for 12 months!

Since then I think I get an itch every few years. It happens so frequently that I find it hard to think of anything I have done for longer than 3 years. Lived in the same city or house, had a relationship, worked for the same company let alone the same job… there is always an itch around the 3 year mark. Some people may find this extraordinary as they have done the same thing for most of their lives. I find it extraordinary that people can do the same thing for most of their lives. Are you an itcher?

I think the itch is totally personal, and there is no right or wrong. But I do love the itch. It’s an itch where you can’t keep your feet still, gentle butterflies tickle in your stomach and images of success and opportunity fill your mind. It’s an itch that makes you project a great big smile while walking down the street – so big that others smile back.

My itch is getting stronger… less that 3 weeks to go until I’m free to explore for a year. Yipppeee! 🙂

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