Hmm, so I'm sitting in yet another airport hotel, early flight tomorrow, and I started reflecting about the freedom to do whatever you want ...it seems as if it would be just perfect to live like that. However, I'm in that place, and I have to admit to feeling a bit jaded by it all.
Its been nearly two years since I stopped working; last year was crap but this year I've been travelling constantly, apart from a few weeks spent with my old Mum, who has now, sadly, passed away. With Mums' passing I no longer need to be in Europe (I always felt guilty about leaving her alone for too long) so I'm flying off to South America for a couple of months, hope to see some sights and meet nice people. I've also been trying to plan a long bike ride early next year .... but I have to admit I'm actually getting a bit bored booking flights, hotels, packing & unpacking every week...
I was also reflecting on Sonja's recent post about home and where it is, and I realised its been a long long time since I called anywhere home.
Damn, must be getting old!
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