Wednesday, 2nd May 2012 at 22:17
I used to dream of other places all of the time but lately I don’t. It’s not contentment. Perhaps more acceptance, a pause, a break. I’d taken a long break for awhile from traveling, physically, anyhow, but not mentally until recently. It’s really weird because longing to be somewhere else was a constant for me and now I don’t have that hope of something better (while knowing it was idealized, of course). For now, I’m just sort of crashing along here in the town I grew up in. It’s ok. Not for much longer, at least, and I have a reliable vehicle to get out for now, or else I’d be completely gutted. For that I’m thankful and somewhat free.
I do still dream of the desert still sometimes.
(Source: mpdrolet, via moonfoxxxx)
