Bitten By the Bug

I've been infected by the Wanderlust bug.
Wanderlust: A strong innate desire to travel or roam about.
Let me explain something to you. I live in a small town, I've probably lived in 20 (give or take a few) different places in my life. I move. It's what I do.
Except I've been in one house for five years.
There's something wrong.
I don't think it's the itch to move, as much as it's the itch to start over. See somewhere new. Be totally unknown.
My house doesn't help things.
I live in a house with five other people, a dog, and two gerbils. (Plus the 4 billion mosquitoes/roaches that think they can live here without paying rent. -_-)
I am slowly being suffocated.
Same town. Same house. Same street. Same room. Same stuff.

So, I did what any sane person would do. I explored. About a year ago, I discovered that I really loved the overgrown forest on the other side of my street. It's totally overgrown, there's poisonous plants everywhere, and bugs (I found one the size of my big toe on my thigh the other day. Yes, I screamed bloody murder.).
But...
There's something special.

Something there that let's me pretend my wanderlust is satisfied.
(Btw, this was taken 2 winter's ago.)
I'll take my dog over there, and we'll run through the trees, or I'll take my ipod and listen to music. And sometimes I'll even write.
There's a spot that just out from the street that I can sit on and see the entire thing swooping below me. If I fell... I would get hurt. But, it's SO pretty.
Now, I just wish the bugs would go away. There's all kinds of bugs out there... except.
The Wanderlust Bug isn't there.
And that's just how I like it.