On Tumblr I was tagged in “Get to Know the Writer” kind of post where you thank the person who tagged you, answer some questions — some that had to do with writing, some that did not — and then tag other people to do a similar post. One of the questions I had received was, “What is your favorite word?”
After my initial, “I don’t freaking know,” response, I took a moment to really think about what my favorite word was (or, at the very least, what a more acceptable response would be). What would your favorite word be? Something that has sentimental meaning? A silly word? A word that is just fun to say, regardless of its meaning?
Because, let’s face it, the English language is ridiculous. And, hey, there were no rules that the word couldn’t be from a foreign language, either.
After a few moments, I typed out my actual answer: wanderlust.
Wanderlust means a strong desire to explore, to rove around the world. I’ve never really traveled that far from home, and I sometimes feel antsy, ready to shoot off to another place and figure out what’s out there. Like Bilbo Baggins, in all honesty. I’m comfortable where I am, I enjoy my life, but if a gaggle of dwarves and a wizard showed up at my door saying they were going to go find a dragon, you bet your ass I’ll be trailing after them.
It’s also why I tend to write stories with fantastical worlds and people. I’m homesick for worlds that don’t exist, and the closest I can be to them is to write them.