I sometimes contemplate what would make me happier in my life.
I think think think and think some more.
Sometimes it crosses over to Dreaming. Than wishing.
Sadly I re-live this moment because being human I think we are by nature…nomadic. We are always searching. Seeking. Hoping to find and experience more. It’s the excitement and the rush of it all.
No matter how much I seek I find myself looking always-for home.
I love exploring. I love learning. I love discovering.
But I love simply. I love home. I love the people who represent home. I love an iced cappuccino and carrying books and pens and paper in my back pack. I love knowing that no matter what is out there, what is here, is most valuable to me. And when I refind myself thinking, then dreaming, then wishing…..
I go home.
And find happiness.
