I don’t want to find somewhere new so much as be elsewhere. I’d be quite happy to be in a familiar place.
That said, perhaps what I really want is Quality Sleep for more than six hours a night. Why is it so difficult to achieve recently?
I think I’d be quite able to see things in a different light.
Thoughts on places, and by that, I mean life’s journey itself, percolating in my head. We don’t always take the straightest route, do we? And when do we know when to stop moving, that we’ve arrived at our destination? When it’s OK to stop… sit… enjoy… snooze.
Listening: Elvis by The Rubens