One day

when the days pass, as they often do, the mundane chores of doing the same tasks over and over can be trying. When that happens, I often find that I think of places far away that I could go to escape the life that seems to trap me.

Places that people don't know me, and I don't know the language. Places with exotic names and wonderfully different flavors.

But then I would want to go with someone that I could share it with, so that we could have those experiences together. I'm yet to find them, or perhaps I have, they just doesn't want to go with me. SO I stay. In the mundane. The safe, and the boring, so that one day they'll go with me.

Lets hope that comes one day.