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
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