10 1/2 inches, cedar and floo powder, a strange Gregorovitch combination indeed! You’ve been bitten bad by the travel bug, and change is the name of your game. A true wanderer, you can’t stay long in one place and wish to travel the world.
I couldn’t help but grin when I saw this one. I really do have gypsy feet. I’ve never lived in one place so long, and I’m itching for a change something fierce. When I was younger, I’d move on a whim just because. I went to Minnesota to try it out. Went to Austin. Went to Salt Lake City. Went to Anaheim. And then Joe and I settled here about 14 years ago. We’ve lived within a 10-mile radius the entire time.
I’m not knocking this area. We’ve got some really great friends; there’s lots to do in Dallas-Fort Worth. The weather’s beautiful when it’s not horrendous. The mild summers, when they come, are surprising and enjoyable.
But I wanna go! I wanna move! I want new experiences, new places, new things. I’m craving it like I crave a glass of icy cold water when my throat is parched. And the craving just gets stronger and stronger. If I weren’t married, I’d have been out of here a year ago, at least. I want to go somewhere new, somewhere I’ve never lived before. I feel like a chrysalis who’s trying to break its wings against the coccoon–that narrow confining coccoon–and until it succeeds, it remains furled up and unmoving. I’m ready to unfurl my wings and fly!