Gypsy Ways
From time to time I get to thinking how lovely it would be to simply drop everything that currently exists in my life and just pull up roots and relocate some place else. The feeling is most unsettling really, like a nagging yellowing bruise that still aches when you press it. And invariably you do (press it) because you just can’t help yourself! There’s something approaching stupidity that makes us do that, whether consciously or not. It’s a strange sensation, sort of like sweet and sour,... Sign in to see full entry.