When will I travel again?
A nagging question gnawing at my brain.
I don't mean fly somewhere.
I mean travel.
Like all those years ago we drove up to Norway.
That was a trip to remember.
Perhaps one day I sell all I have and get to travelling.
A constant trip to anywhere.
Life is good. I feel there is some purpose. There is love and there is a dog. There is an apartment in the city and there is a house in the country. There are plans for the future. There is peace outside my head.
But there is no "travelling".
Not like I want it.
Perhaps after I start taking medication for my ADD, I'll settle in my head and find a calm spot to park my brain.
That's it for now.
I'll be back.
